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GATHERED  LEAVES 


Sunday  School  Song. 


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Rev.  WM.  H.  NEILSON,  Jr. 


NEW  YORK  AND  CHICAGO : 

PUBLISHED    BY   BIGLOW   &   MAIN. 

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(Copyright  1876,  by  Biglow  &  Main.] 


PREFACE. 


This  Compilation  was  originally  designed  to  supply  a 
want  felt  in  the  Sunday  Schools  of  St.  Michael's  Church, 
Trenton,  N.  J.  No  one  publication  of  Sunday  School 
hymns  seemed  exactly  adapted  to  meetttiis  want.  How 
to  secure  the  desired  variety  in  words  and  music,  tunes 
suited  to  catch  the  ear  and  be  retained  in  the  memory  of 
a  child,  words  teaching  the  precious  truths  of  the  Gospel, 
and  an  arrangement  following  the  beautiful  order  of  the 
Ecclesiastical  Year — was  a  problem  which  could  be  solved 
to  our  satisfaction  only  by  combining  in  one  convenient 
volume,  the  excellences  of  the  many  books  already  pub- 
lished. This  end,  it  is  hoped,  is  attained  in  these  "  Gath 
ered  Leaves  of  Sunday  School  Song." 

They  will  be  found  to  embrace  some  of  the  choicest 
hymns  in  most  of  the  popular  hymn-books,  generally 
breathing  forth  in  simplest  language  the  truth  as  it  is  in 
Jesus.  As  the  notes  are  of  very  little  use  to  children  and 
would  increase  considerably  the  cost  of  the  book,  they 
are  omitted  ;    except  in  those  instances  where  they  are 


attainable  only  in  sheet  music,  in  which  case  they  are 
published  at  the  end  of  the  book.  In  every  other  case 
the  title  of  the  book  in  which  the  music  may  be  found, 
with  the  page,  accompanies  each  hymn,  and,  as  far  as 
possible  also,  the  metre,  so  that  other  tunes  may  be  used 
if  desired.  It  is  believed  that  the  classification  and  ar- 
rangement of  the  hymns  will  prove  most  convenient  for 
reference.  Knowing  that  the  same  want  which  we  have 
expressed  is  felt  in  other  Sunday  Schools,  and  believing 
that  it  is  more  widely  felt  than  expressed,  the  Compiler 
ventures  to  bring  this  collection  before  the  chuich  with 
the  hope  that  it  may  aid  in  the  important  work  of  training 
children  and  youth  to  sing  the  songs  of  Zion. 

The  kindness  of  the  following  persons  in  allowing  me 
the  use  of  their  copyright  music  is  hereby  gratefully  ac- 
knowledged : 

Mr.  H.  Millard  for  all  hymns  from  "  Millard's  Sun- 
day School  Chaplet," 

F.  J.  Huntington  &  Co.  for  the  hymns  from  "The 
Parish  Hymnal." 

E.  P.  Dutton  &  Co.  for  the  hymns  from  "  The  Sun- 
day School  Chant  and  Tune  Book"  and  from  "  Hollis- 
ter's  Sunday  School  Service  and  Tune  Book." 

The  American  Tract  Society  for  use  of  hymns  from 
u  Happy  Voices." 

The  Methodist  Episcopal  Book  and  Publishing 
House  (1018  Arch  St.,  Phila.)  for  use  of  hymns  from 
44  Gems  of  Praise." 

As  well  as  to  the  publishers,  Biglow  &  Main,  for  use  of 
hymns  from  "  Book  of  Praise,"  "  Royal  Diadem,"  "  Pure 


Gold,"  "  Winnowed  Hymns,"  "Gospel  Hymns  and 
Sacred  Songs,"  "Bright  Jewels,"  "Bradbury  Trio," 
"  Fresh  Laurels,"  "  Hymnary,"  "Songs  of  Devotion," 
"Songs  for  Little  Folks,"  "Clariona"  and  "  Songs  oi' 
Salvation." 

The  only  other  books  to  which  reference  is  made,  are 
"The  Prize,"  published  by  John  Church  &  Co.,  Cin- 
cinnati, 0.,  and  the  "Hymns  Ancient  and  Modern," 
which  may  be  purchased  at  any  of  the  Protestant  Epis- 
copal bookstores. 

Thanks  are  tendered  to  all  others  who  have  permitted 
me  to  use  words  or  music  of  their  own  composition.  I 
also  desire  to  acknowledge  the  valuable  assistance  of 
Lewis  H.  Redner,  Esq.,  of  the  Church  of  the  Holy 
Trinity,  Philadelphia,  to  whose  suggestion  as  to  the  en- 
larged scope  of  this  book,  taste  in  the  selection  of  music, 
and  co-operation  at  the  outset  I  am  greatly  indebted — and 
also  of  xVIr.  Hubert  P.  Main,  who  has  especially  aided 
me  in  the  compilation  and  preparation  of  this  work  for 
the  press. 

Trenton,  N.  J.,  Lent,  1876. 

W.  H.  Neilson,  Jr. 

NOTE. 

Of  the  list  of  books  named  above,  the  following  may  be  omitted, 
namely  :    il  Book  of  Praise,"   "  Clariona,"   "  Songs  of  Devotion, 
and  "  Songs  for   Little   Folks;"  as   the   tunes  referred  to  in  those 
books   may    be   found    in    "  Pure  Gold,"    "  Hymnary,"    "Happy 
Voices,"  and  "  Songs  of  Salvation." 

Warren,  Music  Stereotyper,  No.  43  Centre  St.,  N.  T. 


GATHERED     LEAVES 

OF 

SUNDAY  SCHOOL  SONG. 
— -  ©♦>•>© 

MORNING. 

1. 

Tune,  Parish  Kymnal,  p.  7      III.  1. 

JESUS,  holy,  undefiled, 
Listen  to  a  little  child ; 
Thou  hast  sent  the  glorious  light 
Chasing  far  the  silent  night. 

2  Thou  hast  sent  the  sun  to  shine 
O'er  this  glorious  world  of  Thine  ; 
Warmth  to  give,  and  pleasant  glow, 
On  each  tender  flower  below. 

3  Now  the  little  birds  arise, 
Chirping  gaily  in  the  skies; 
Thee  their  tiny  voices  praise 
In  the  early  songs  they  raise. 

4  Thou  by  whom  the  birds,  are  fed, 
Give  to  me  my  daily  bread  ; 
And  Thy  Holy  Spirit  give, 
Without  whom  I  cannot  live. 

5  Make  me,  Lord,  obedient,  mild, 
As  becomes  a  little  child ; 

All  day  long,  in  every  way, 
Teach  me  what  to  do  and  say. 


MORNING. 

6  Help  me  never  to  forget, 
That  in  Thy  great  book  is  set 
All  that  children  think  and  say 
For  the  awful  Judgment  Day. 

7  Let  me  never  say  a  word 

That  will  make  Thee  angry,  Lord ; 
Help  me  so  to  live  in  love, 
As  Thine  angels  do  above. 

8  Make  me,  Lord,  in  work  and  play, 
Thine  more  truly  every  day ; 

And  when  Thou  at  last  shall  come, 
Take  me  to  Thy  heavenly  home. 

Mrs.  E.  Shepcote,  184a 

^. 

S.  S.  Chant  and  Tune  Book,  p.  31.    C.  M. 

THE  morning  bright, 
With  rosy  light, 
Hath  waked  me  from  my  sleep; 
Father,  I  own 
Thy  love  alone 
Thy  little  one  doth  keep. 

2  All  through  the  day, 

I  humbly  pray, 
Be  Thou  my  guard  and  guide; 

My  sins  forgive, 

And  let  me  live, 
Blest  Jesus,  near  Thy  side. 


EVENING.  ; 

3  Oh,  make  Thy  rest 

Within  my  breast, 
Great  Spirit  of  all  grace ; 

Make  me  like  Thee, 

Then  shall  I  be 
Prepared  to  see  Thy  face. 

Rev.  Thomas  O.  Summers,  D.  D.,  1846. 

3. 

Millard's  S.  S.  Chaplet,  p.  31.    P.  M. 

DARKLY  now  the  shadows  fall, 
Weary  birds  have  gone  to  sleep; 
Far  away  the  angels  call 

Little  ones  to  slumber  deep  ! 
Saviour  keep  us  through  the  night, 

In  Thy  kind  and  loving  care : 
While  the  stars  are  sweet  and  bright 

Let  us  fold  our  hands  in  prayer ! — 

Fold  our  little  hands  in  prayer  ! 

Let  us  fold  our  hands  in  prayer ! 

Saviour  watching  from  the  skies> 

Let  Thy  blessing  on  us  fall ! 
Through  the  gloom  that  round  us  lies, 

Father,  keep  and  shelter  all ! 
Kindly  take  a  little  child 

In  Thy  sweet  and  holy  care — 
Gentle  Saviour,  meek  and  mild, 

Let  us  fold  our  hands  in  prayer, — 

Fold  our  little  hands  in  prayer  ! 

Let  us  fold  our  hands  in  prayer  ! 

George  Cooper,  187a 


EVENING — ADVENT. 

The  Hymnary,  p.  40.    P.  M. 

LEAD,  kindly  Light,  amid  the  encircling  gloom, 
Lead  Thou  me  on ; 
The  night  is  dark,  and  I  am  far  from  home, 

Lead  Thou  me  on. 
Keep  Thou  my  feet :  I  do  not  ask  to  see 
The  distant  scene ;  one  step  enough  for  me. 

I  was  not  ever  thus,  nor  prayed  that  Thou 

Shouldst  lead  me  on ; 
I  loved  to  choose  and  see  my  path  ;  but  now 

Lead  Thou  me  on. 
I  loved  the  garish  day,  and,  spite  of  fears, 
Pride  ruled  my  will :  remember  not  past  years. 
So  long  Thy  power  hath  blessed  me,  sure  it  still 

Will  lead  me  on, 
O'er  moor  and  fen,  o'er  crag  and  torrent,  till 

The  night  is  gone, 
And  with  the  morn  those  angel  faces  smile 
Which  I  have  loved  long  since,  and  lost  awhile. 
Rev.  John  H.  Newman,  D.  D.,  1833. 

S.  S.  Chant  and  Tune  Book,  p.  164.    6s  &  As 

HARK  !  'tis  the  Watchman's  cry, 
Wake,  brethren,  wake ! 
Jesus  our  Lord  is  nigh, 

Wake,  brethren,  wake ! 

Sleep  is  for  sons  of  night; 

Children  are  ye  of  light; 

Yours  is  the  glory  bright; 

Wake,  brethren,  wake  I 


ADVENT. 

2  Call  to  each  working  band, 

Watch,  brethren,  watch ! 
Clear  is  our  Lord's  command, 

Watch,  brethren,  watch ! 
Be  ye  as  men  that  wait 
All  at  the  Master's  gate ; 
E'en  though  He  tarry  late, 

Watch,  brethren,  watch  ! 

3  Heed  ye  the  Steward's  call, 

Work,  brethren,  work! 
There's  work  enough  for  all; 

Work,  brethren,  work  ! 
This  Vineyard  of  the  Lord 
Fresh  labor  will  afford 
Yours  is  a  sure  reward-, 

Work,  brethren,  work ! 

4  Hear  ye  the  Shepherd's  voice, 

Pray,  brethren,  pray  ! 
Would  ye  His  heart  rejoice? 

Pray,  brethren,  pray  ! 
Sin  calls  for  constant  fear; 
Long  as  we  struggle  here, 
We  need  the  strong  One  near: 

Pray,  brethren,  pray  ! 

c  Now  sound  the  final  chord, 
Praise,  brethren,  praise  ! 
Thrice  holy  is  our  Lord ; 
Praise,  brethren,  praise  I 


ADVENT. 

What  more  befits  our  tongues, 
Leading  the  angels'  songs, 
While  Heaven  the  note  prolongs? 
Praise    brethren,  praise! 

"  The  Revival,  1859. 

o. 

Parish  Hymnal,  p.  24.    8s,  7s  &  4. 

LO  !  He  comes  in  clouds  descending, 
Once  for  favored  sinners  slain ; 
Thousand  thousand  saints  attending, 
Swell  the  triumph  of  His  train : 

Alleluia ! 
Christ  appears  on  earth  again. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  Him 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty; 
They  who  set  at  naught  and  sold  Him, 
Pierced  and  nailed  Him  to  the  tree, 

Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  Those  dear  tokens  of  His  passion 

Still  His  wounded  body  bears; 
Cause  of  endless  exultation 
To  His  ransomed  worshippers: 

With  what  rapture 
Gaze  we  on  those  glorious  scars. 

4  Yea,  amen,  let  all  adore  Thee, 

High  on  Thy  eternal  throne; 
Saviour,  take  the  power  and  glory : 


ADVENT.  1 I 

Claim  the  kingdoms  for  Thine  own: 

O,  come  quickly ! 
Alleluia !    Amen. 

Rev.  Charles  Wesley,  1758 

'T. 

Happy  Voices,   No.  55.  III.  2. 

"yr ATCHMAN,  tell  us  of  the  night 

t  \     What  its  signs  of  promise  are  : 
Traveller,  o'er  yon  mountain's  height 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! 
Watchman,  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell? 
Traveller,  yes,  it  brings  the  day, 

Promised  day  of  Israel. 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night; 

Higher  yet   that  star  ascends  : 
Traveller,  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 
Watchman,  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth? 
Traveller,  ages  are  its  own, 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn : 
Traveller,  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman,  let  thy  wanderings  cease, 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home : 
Traveller,  lo,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo,  the  Son  of  God  is  come ! 

Sir  John  Bowking,  1825 


12  CHRISTMAS. 

S.  S.  Chant  and  Tune  Book,  p.  67.    III.  3. 

ANGELS,  from  the  realms  of  glory, 
Wing  your  flight  o'er  all  the  earth, 
Ye  who  sang  creation's  story, 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth. 

Come  and  worship,  come  and  worship, 

Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King: 

Come  and  worship,  come  and  worship, 

Worship  Christ,  the  new-born  King. 

2  Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding, 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night ; 
God  with  man  is  now  residing, 
Yonder  shines  the  Infant  light. 

Come  and  worship,  &c. 

3  Sages,  leave  your  contemplations, 

Brighter  visions  beam  afar ; 

Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations, 

Ye  have  seen  His  natal  star. 

Come  and  worship,  &c. 

4  Saints  before  the  altar  bending, 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear ; 
Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 
In  His  temple  shall  appear. 

Come  and  worship,  &c. 
James  Montgomery,  1819. 

o. 

Songs  of  Salvation,  p.  130.    P.  M. 

CAROL,  sweetly  carol, 
A  Saviour  born  to-day  ; 


CHRISTMAS.  13 

Bear  the  joyful  tidings, 

Oh,  bear  them  far  away : 
Carol,  sweetly  carol, 

Till  earth's  remotest  bound 
Shall  hear  the  mighty  chorus, 

And  echo  back  the  sound. 
Cho. — Carol,  sweetly  carol, 

Carol  sweetly  to-day ; 
Bear  the  joyful  tidings, 
Oh,  bear  them  far  away. 

Carol,  sweetly  carol, 

As  when  the  angel  throng 
O'er  the  vales  of  Judah, 

Awoke  the  heavenly  song : 
Carol,  sweetly  carol, 

Good  will,  and  peace,  and  love, 
Glory  in  the  highest 

To  God  who  reigns  above. 

Carol,  sweetly,  &c. 

Carol,  sweetly  carol, 

The  happy  Christmas  time; 
Hark  !  the  bells  are  pealing 

Their  merry,  merry  chime; 
Carol,  sweetly  carol, 

Ye  shining  ones  above, 
Sing  in  loudest  numbers, 

Oh,  sing  redeeming  love.  * 

Carol,  sweetly.  &c. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby,  1870. 


14  CHRISTMAS. 

10. 

Music  on  p.  16'  ,    P.  M. 

/"I  ATHER  around  the  Christmas  Tree 
VT  Gather  around  the  Christmas  Tree ! 
Ever  green 

Have  its  branches  been, 
It  is  king  of  all  the  woodland  scene  : 
For  Christ,  our  King,  is  born  to-day 
His  reign  shall  never  fade  away. 
Cho. — Hosanna  !  hosanna ! 

Hosanna  in  the  highest ! 

2  Gather  around  the  Christmas  Tree  ! 
Gather  around  the  Christmas  Tree  ! 

Once  the  pride 

Of  the  mountain  side, 
Now  cut  down  to  grace  our  Christmas  tide: 
For  Christ  from  heaven  to  earth  came  down, 
To  gain,  through  death,  a  nobler  crown.    Cho. 

3  Gather  around  the  Christmas  Tree  ! 
Gather  around  the  Christmas  Tree  ! 

Every  bough 

Bears  a  burden  now 
They  are  gifts  of  love  for  us,  we  trow  ; 
For  Christ  is  born.  His  love  to  show, 
And  give  good  gifts  to  men  below.   Cho. 

4  Gather  around  the  Christmas  Tree  ! 
Gather  around  the  Christmas  Tree  ! 

Tapers  bright 


CHRISTMAS.  15 

In  the  branches  light 
Till  our  eyes  all  shine  at  the  goodly  sight : 
For  Christ,  our  Light,  is  born  to-day, 
His  glory  ne'er  shall  fade  away. 
Cho. — Hosanna  !  &c. 

{The  last  two  verses  are  to  be  sung  after  the  distribution  of  gifts.) 

5  Farewell  to  thee,  O  Christmas  Tree ! 
Farewell  to  thee,  O  Christmas  Tree ! 

Thy  part  is  done, 

And  thy  gifts  are  gone, 
And  thy  lights  are  dying  one  by  one ; 
For  earthly  pleasures  die  away, 
But  heavenly  joys  shall  last  alway. 
Cho. — Hosanna  !  &c. 

6  Farewell  to  thee,  O  Christmas  tree  ! 
Farewell  to  thee,  O  Christmas  tree ! 

Twelve  months  o'er, 
We  shall  meet  once  more, 
Merry  welcome  singing,  as  of  yore  : 
For  Christ  now  reigns,  our  Saviour  dear, 
And  gives  us  Christmas  every  year ! 
Cho. — Hosanna  !  &c. 

Rev.  John  Henry  Hopkins,  Jr.     U820-J1859. 

11. 

Music  on  p  161.    P.  M. 

HAIL  !  blessed  Christmas  day, 
When  angels  bright, 
Who  came  by  night, 
Once  sang  this  joyful  lay; 


CHRISTMAS. 

"  Glory  to  God,  and  peace  on  earth, 
Good-will  to  men  "  at  Jesus'  birth, 
Then  sing  aloud  the  glad  refrain : 
Hail !  blessed  Christmas,  back  again  ! 

Hail !  happy  Christmas  day, 

Children,  rejoice 

With  heart  and  voice — 
Chase  all  sad  thoughts  away. 
Jesus  was  born  your  souls  to  bless, 
To  cleanse  them  from  unrighteousness. 
Then  sing  aloud  the  glad  refrain: 
Hail !  happy  Christmas,  back  again  ! 

Hail !  merry  Christmas  day ! 

The  loaded  Tree, 

Bright  let  it  be 
With  toys  and  candle-ray : 
Amidst  these  gifts  remember  too 
The  precious  gift  God  gave  to  you. 
Then  sing  aloud  the  glad  refrain : 
Hail!  merry  Christmas,  back  again! 

Hail !  holy  Christmas  day  ! 

Devoutly  raise 

Your  grateful  lays ; 
With  reverent  spirit  pray 
That  God  would  make  each  little  one 
A  follower  of  His  own  dear  Son. 
Then  all  prolong  the  glad  refrain : 
Hail!  holy  Christmas,  back  again! 

Rev.  Wm.  H.  Neilson.  Jr. 


CHRISTMAS.  17 

1*2. 

Royal  Diadem,  p.  64.    P.  M. 

HALLELUJAH  !  hark  !  from  above 
Angels  come  on  their  wings  of  love; 
Loud  hosannas  welcome  the  morn; 
Christ  our  Redeemer's  born. 
Cho. — "Glory  to  God"  the  choral  strain; 
"Glory  to  God"  the  sweet  refrain; 
"Glory,  glory,  glory  to  God!" 
Christ  our  Redeemer's  born. 

2  Chiming,  chiming,  hark  !  'tis  the  bells ; 
Joy  to  all  now  their  music  tells; 
Floating  onward,  greeting  the  morn  ; 
Christ  our  Redeemer 's  born.    Cho. 

3  Hallelujah  !  joyful  we  sing, 
While  we  praise  our  exalted  King; 
Let  our  carol  welcome  the  morn ; 
Christ  our  Redeemer 's  born.    Cho. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby,  1873. 

13. 

Hollister's  S.  S.  S,  and  Tune  Book,  p.  36.    7s  &  6g. 

HOW  precious  is  the  story 
Of  our  Redeemer's  birth  ; 
Who  left  the  realms  of  glory, 

And  came  to  dwell  on  earth ! 
He  saw  our  sad  condition, 

Our  guilt,  and  sin,  and  shame; 
To  save  us  from  perdition, 
The  blessed  Jesus  came. 
2 


1 8  CHRISTMAS. 

2  He  came  to  earth  from  heaven, 

To  weep,  and  bleed,  and  die, 
That  we  might  be  forgiven, 

And  raised  to  God  on  high. 
His  kindness  and  compassion, 

To  children  then  were  shown ; 
The  heirs  of  His  salvation, 

He  claimed  them  for  His  own. 

3  Oh  !  may  I  love  this  Saviour, 

So  good,  so  kind,  so  mild  ! 
And  may  I  find  His  favor, 

A  young,  though  sinful  child. 
And  in  His  blissful  heaven, 

May  I  at  last  appear, 
With  all  my  sins  forgiven, 

To  know  and  praise  Him  there. 

Anon 

14. 

Winnowed  Hymns,  p.  94.    III.  3. 

LIKE  the  sound  of  many  waters 
Rolling  on,  through  ages  long 
In  a  tide  of  rapture  breaking, — 
Hark !  the  mighty  choral  song ! 
Cho. — Hallelujah  !  hallelujah  ! 

Let  the  heavenly  portals  ring ! 
Christ  is  born,  the  Prince  of  glory 
Christ  the  Lord,  Messiah,  King  ! 
2  Lo  !  the  Morning  Star  appeareth, 
O'er  the  world  His  beams  are  cast; 
He  the  Alpha  and  Omega, 

He,  the  Great,  the  First,  the  Last !  Che 


CHRISTMAS.  19 

Clap  your  hands  with  exultation ! 

Sing  aloud,  rejoice  with  mirth, 
Peace  her  silver  wing  hath  folded: — 

Lo  !  she  comes  to  dwell  on  earth  !  Cho, 

Saviour,  not  with  costly  treasure, 

Do  we  gather  at  Thy  throne, 
All  we  have,  our  hearts  we  give  Thee, — 

Consecrate  them  Thine  alone.   Cho. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby,  1873. 

Milliard's  S.  S.  Chaplet,  p.  55.    6s  <fe  5s. 

1IST  our  merry  carol, 
J  On  this  blessed  morn  ! 
For  our  loving  Saviour 

Christmas  day  was  born. 
There  so  peaceful  sleeping, 
Like  a  flow'r  He  lay; 
||:  Christ  our  loving  Saviour, 

Born  on  Christmas  dav    • 
Cho. — Carol,  carol  gail), 
Carol  on  our  way, 
Christ  our  loving  Saviout 
Born  on  Christmas  da\ 

2  See  the  star  is  beaming 
In  the  radiant  East ! 
And  the  song  of  glory 

Nevermore  hath  ceased. 
"  Banish  all  unkindness; 


20  CHRISTMAS. 

Be  of  gentle  will !" 
:  Angels  ever  near  us 

Carol  to  us  still.  :||   Cho. 

3  Joyful,  joyful  tidings 

Break  upon  the  earth  ! 
Sing  the  Saviour's  glory — 
Tell  his  wondrous  worth  ! 
Every  hill  and  valley 

Clad  in  pure  w'hite  snow, 
!  :  Breathes  a  merry  carol, 

Echoed  sweet  and  low.  :  j  |  Cho. 

George  Cooper,  1872. 

ie. 

Book  of  Praise,  p.  26.    P.  M. 

MERRY,  merry*  Christmas  everywhere ! 
Cheerily  it  ringeth  through  the  air; 
Christmas  bells,  Christmas  trees, 
Christmas  odors  on  the  breeze. 
Merry,  merry  Christmas  everywhere  ! 
Cheerily  it  ringeth  through  the  air ; 
Why  should  we  so  joyfully 

Sing,  with  grateful  mirth  ? 
See !  the  Sun  of  Righteousness 

Beams  upon  the  earth  ! 

2  Merry,  merry  Christmas  everywhere ! 
Cheerily  it  ringeth  through  the  air; 
Christmas  bells,  Christmas  trees, 
Christmas  odors  on  the  breeze. 
Merry,  merry  Christmas  even-where  I 
Cheerily  it  ringeth  through  the  air; 


CHRISTMAS.  21 

Light  for  weary  wanderers, 

Comfort  for  th'  oppressed ! 
He  will  guide  His  trusting  ones 

Into  perfect  rest. 

3  Merry,  merry  Christmas  everywhere  ! 
Cheerily  it  ringeth  through  the  air; 
Christmas  bells.  Christmas  trees, 
Christmas  odors  on  the  breeze  : 
Merry,  merry  Christmas  everywhere  ! 
Cheerily  it  ringeth  through  the  air; 
Deeds  of  Faith  and  Charity  ; 

These  our  off 'rings  be, 
Leading  every  soul  to  sing, 

Christ  was  born  for  me  ! 

Mrs.  Rebecca  S.  Cook;  i3;o. 

17. 

Music  on  p.  168.     IV.  4. 

0  BLESSED  Lord  Jesus,  we  sing  to  Thy  praise, 
The  sweetest  glad  songs  that  our  voices  can 
With  joy  do  we  hasten  Thy  coming  to  greet,  [raise, 
And  hailing  Thee  Saviour,  bend  low  at  Thy  feet. 
Chorus. 

The  angels  are  singing  Thy  praise  through  the  sky, 
Earth's  glad  voices  ringing  shall  join  theirs  on  high, 
Deep  unto  deep  calleth,  thanksgiving  to  raise, 
And  mountains  and  valleys  break  forth  into  praise. 
2  O  blessed  Lord  Jesus,  we  heed  not  that  Thou 
Hast  come  to  the  earth  in  humility  now  : 
We  know  that  the  prophets  and  sages  of  old 
No  glory  and  pomp  at  Thy  coming  foretold. 

Cho. — The  angels  are  singing,  &c. 


22  CHRISTMAS. 

3  O  blessed  Lord  Jesus,  Thy  coming  to  earth 
Has  given  earth's  children  a  glorious  birth ; 
Now  God  is  our  Father,  our  Brother  Thou  art, 
Make  quickly  Thy  home  in  each  fond  waiting  heart. 

Cho. — The  angels  are  singing,  &c. 

4  O  blessed  Lord  Jesus,  bright  Star  of  the  night, 
Make  glad  all  the  nations  that  walk  in  Thy  light ; 
Shine  on  in  Thy  brightness,  the  heathen  to  bless, 
Till  all  tongues  united  Thy  name  shall  confess. 

Cho. — The  angels  are  singing,  &c. 

Miss  Kate  Ingmire. 
Music  on  p.  166.    P.  M. 

0  LITTLE  town  of  Bethlehem ! 
How  still  we  see  thee  lie: 
Above  thy  deep  and  dreamless  sleep, 

The  silent  stars  go  by; 
Yet  in  thy  dark  streets  shineth 

The  Everlasting  Light; 
The  hopes  and  fears  of  all  the  years, 
Are  met  in  thee  to-night. 

2  For  Christ  is  born  of  Mary, 

And  gathered  all  above, 
While  mortals  sleep,  the  angels  keep 

Their  watch  of  wondering  love ; 
O  morning  stars  together 

Proclaim  the  holy  birth  ! 
And  praises  sing  to  God  the  King, 

And  peace  to  men  on  earth. 


CHRISTMAS.  23 

How  silently,  how  silently, 

The  wondrous  gift  is  given ; 
So  God  imparts  to  human  hearts 

The  blessings  of  His  heaven; 
No  ear  may  hear  His  coming, 

But  in  this  world  of  sin, 
Where  meek  souls  will  receive  Him  still, 

The  dear  Christ  enters  in. 

O  holy  Child  of  Bethlehem  ! 

Descend  to  us  we  pray  ; 
Cast  out  our  sin  and  enter  in, 

Be  born  in  us  to-day ; 
We  hear  the  Christmas  angels, 

The  great  glad  tidings  tell, — 

O,  come  to  us,  abide  with  us, 

Our  Lord  Emmanuel  ! 

Rev.  Phillips  Brooks. 

IO. 

Book  of  Praise,  p.  27.    8s  &  7s,  pec. 

ONCE,  in  royal  David's  city, 
Stood  a  lowly  cattle  shed, 
Where  a  mother  laid  her  Baby 

In  a  manger,  for  His  bed : 
Mary  was  that  mother  mild, 
Jesus  Christ  her  little  Child. 

He  came  down  to  earth  from  heaven, 

Who  is  God  and  Lord  of  all, 
And  His  shelter  was  a  stable, 

And  His  cradle  was  a  stall ; 
With  the  poor,  and  mean,  and  lowly, 
Lived  on  earth  our  Saviour  Holy. 


24  CHRISTMAS. 

3  And,  through  all  His  wondrous  childhood, 

He  would  honor,  and  obey, 
Love,  and  watch  the  lowly  maiden, 

In  whose  gentle  arms  He  lay  ; 
Christian  children  all  must  be 

Mild,  obedient,  good,  as  He. 

4  For  He  is  our  childhood's  pattern, 

Day  by- day,  like  us,  He  grew; 
He  was  little,  weak  and  helpless, 

Tears  and  smiles,  like  us,  He  knew; 
And  He  feeleth  for  our  sadness, 
And  He  shareth  in  our  gladness. 

5  And  our  eyes  at  last  shall  see  Him, 

Through  His  own  redeeming  love; 
For  that  Child,  so  dear  and  gentle,        , 

Is  our  Lord  in  heaven  above ; 
And  He  leads  His  children  on 

To  the  place  where  He  is  gone. 

6  Not  in  that  poor,  lowly  stable, 

With  the  oxen  standing  by, 
We  shall  see  Him ;  but  in  heaven, 

Set  at  God's  right  hand  on  high  ; 
When,  like  stars,  His  children  crowned, 

All  in  white  shall  wait  around. 

Mrs.  Cecil  F.  Alexander,  1848. 

SO. 

Pure  Gold,  p.  100.    P.  M. 

u  TjEACE  upon  earth  !  "  the  angels  sang, 
J.     u  Good-will  unto  men  !  "  the  chorus  rang, 


CHRISTMAS. 


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1  Glory  to  God !  "  the  Christ  has  come, 
His  bright  star  shines  in  the  clear  blue  dome. 
Ref.  -  -Joyously  sing,  joyously  sing, 
Joyously  sing,  joyously  sing  ! 
Shout  hallelujah  to  Christ,  our  King! 

2  "  Peace  upon  earth  !  "  'tis  sounding  still, 
" Glory  unto  God,  to  men  good-will!  " 
Bethlehem's  song,  'tis  caught  from  far, 
And  lifted  up  to  that  glowing  star.  Ref. 

3  "  Jesus  has  come  !  "  it  echoes  wide, 
Through  valley  and  plain,  on  mountain  side; 
But  not  alone  the  angels  sing, 

For  even  children  the  anthem  ring.  Ref. 

4  Yes  !  let  them  sing,  for  Christ  has  laid 
His  hand  with  a  blessing  on  their  head  ; 
Sweeter  to  Him  than  angels'  tones 

Are  songs  that  come  from  His  little  ones.   Ref 
Miss  Julia  A.  Mathews,  1871. 

Music  on  p.  165.     P.  M. 

IXG  out  the  bells  for  Christmas  ! 
The  happy,  happy  day ! 
In  winter  wild,  the  Holy  Child 

Within  the  cradle  lay. 
Oh,  wonderful !  the  Saviour 

Is  in  a  manger  lone ; 
His  palace  is  a  stable, 

And  Mary's  arms  His  throne. 

On  Bethlehem's  quiet  hillside, 
In  ages  long  gone  by, 


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26  CHRISTMAS. 

In  angel  notes  the  Glory  floats, 

Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 
Yet  wakes  the  sun  as  joyous 

As  when  the  Lord  was  born, 
And  still  He  comes  to  greet  you 

On  every  Christmas  morn. 

3  Where'er  His  sweet  lambs  gather 

Within  this  gentle  fold, 
The  Saviour  dear  is  waiting  near, 

As  in  the  days  of  old : 
In  each  young  heart  you  see  Him, 

In  every  guileless  face, 
You  see  the  holy  Jesus, 

Who  grew  in  truth  and  grace. 

4  In  many  a  darksome  cottage, 

In  many  a  crowded  street, 
In  winter  bleak,  with  shivering  cheek, 

The  homeless  child  you  meet; 
Gaze  on  the  pale,  wan  features, 

The  feet,  with  wandering,  sore, — 
You  see  the  souls  He  loveth, 

The  Christ-child  at  the  door. 

5  Then  sing  your  gladsome  carols, 

And  hail  the  new-born  sun ; 
For  Christmas  light  is  passing  bright, 

It  smiles  on  every  one. 
And  feast  Christ's  little  children, 

His  poor,  His  orphan,  call ; 
For  He  who  chose  the  manger, 

He  loveth  one  and  all. 

Rev.  E.  A.  Washburn,  D. 


CHRISTMAS. 

Hollister's  S.  S.  S.  and  Tune  Book,  p.  34.    P.  M. 

'OILENT  night!  Holy  night ! 
kj  All  is  calm,  all  is  bright 
Round  yon  Virgin  Mother  and  Child ! 
Holy  infant  so  tender  and  mild, 
Sleep  in  heavenly  peace  ! 

2  Silent  night !  Holy  night! 
Shepherds  quake  at  the  sight ! 
Glories  stream  from  heaven  afar, 
Heavenly  hosts  sing  Alleluia, 

Christ  the  Saviour  is  born. 

3  Silent  night !  Holy  night ! 
Son  of  God  !  Love's  pure  light 
Radiant  beams  from  Thy  holy  face, 
With  the  dawn  of  redeeming  grace, 

Jesus,  Lord,  at  Thy  birth. 


Anon. 


2S. 

S.  S.  Chant  and  Tune  Book,  156.    P.  M. 

THE  Saviour  of  this  sinful  world. 
Was  born  to-day. 
In  Bethlehem,  God's  only  Son, 
An  infant  lay. 
Cho. — The  angel  choirs  sang  songs  of  praise, 
The  angel  choirs  sang  songs  of  praise, 
The  angel  choirs  sang  songs  of  praise, 
To  usher  in  this  Day  of  days. 


28  CHRISTMAS. 

2  The  Virgin  Mary  swathed  her  boy 
With  tender  care, 
And  placed  him  in  the  manger  low, 
To  slumber  there, 
||:   While  angel  choirs  sang  songs  of  praise 
To  usher  in  this  Day  of  days. 


The  midnight  watchers,  with  their  flocks 

Great  glory  saw; 
And,  trembling  at  the  wondrous  scene, 

Bowed  down  with  awe, 
While  angel  choirs  sang  songs  of  praise  :J 
To  usher  in  this  Day  of  days. 


The  shepherds  quickly  went  their  way, 

And  found  the  child; 
What  wonder  did  their  story  cause 

The  mother  mild, 
As  th'  angels  rose  to  heaven  with  praise  :| 
To  celebrate  this  Day  of  days. 


Since  then,  long  years  have  rolled  awa\, 

And  round  the  earth 
Has  oft  been  sung,  by  myriad  tongues, 

This  glorious  birth. 
Come,  Christian  children,  swell  the  praise  :|| 
That  ushers  in  this  Day  of  days. 

Rev.  J.  Gallaudkt.  D.  D. 


CHRISTMAS.  29 

S.  S.  Chant  and  Tune  Book,  p.  142.    P.  M. 

ONDERFUL  night! 


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Wonderful  night ! 
Angels  and  shining  immortals, 
Thronging  thine  ebony  portals, 

Fling  out  their  banners  of  light ; 

Wonderful,  wonderful  night ! 

|| :  Wonderful  night!  :|| 
Dreamed  of  by  prophets  and  sages  ! 
Manhood  redeemed  for  all  ages, 
Welcomes  thy  hallowing  might, 
Wonderful,  wonderful  night ! 

|| :  Wonderful  night!  :|| 
Down  o'er  the  stars  to  restore  us, 
Leading  His  flame-winged  chorus, 

Comes  the  Eternal  to  sight; 

Wonderful,  wonderful  night ! 

|| :  Wonderful  night!  :|| 
Sweet  be  thy  rest  to  the  weary, 
Making  the  dull  heart  and  dreary 

Laugh  in  a  dream  of  delight ; 

Wonderful,  wonderful  night ! 

|| :  Wonderful  night!  :|| 
Let  me,  as  long  as  life  lingers, 
Sing  with  the  cherubim  singers, 
" Glory  to  God  in  the  height;  " 
Wonderful,  wonderful  night ! 

Rev.  J.  F.  Young,  D.  D. 


JO  EPIPHANY. 

Hymns  Ancient  and  Modern,  No.  64.    HI.  2. 

AS  with  gladness  men  of  old 
Did  the  guiding  star  behold: 
As  with  joy  they  hailed  its  light. 
Leading  onward,  beaming  bright ; 
So,  most  gracious  Lord,  may  we 
Evermore  be  led  to  Thee. 

2  As  with  joyful  steps  they  sped 
To  that  lowly  manger-bed ; 
There  to  bend  the  knee  before 
Him  whom  heaven  and  earth  adore ; 
So  may  we  with  willing  feet 

Ever  seek  the  mercy-seat. 

3  As  they  offered  gifts  most  rare 
At  that  manger  rude  and  bare ; 
So  may  we  with  holy  joy, 
Pure  and  free  from  sin's  alloy, 
All  our  costliest  treasures  bring, 
Christ!  to  Thee  our  heavenly  King. 

4  Holy  Jesus,  every  day 
Keep  us  in  the  narrow  way ; 
And,  when  earthly  things  are  past, 
Bring  our  ransomed  souls  at  last 
Where  they  need  no  star  to  guide, 
Where  no  clouds  Thy  glory  hide. 

5  In  the  heavenly  country  bright 
Need  they  no  created  light ; 


EPIPHANY.  31 

Thou  its  Light,  its  Joy,  its  Crown, 
Thou  its  Sun  which  goes  not  down  , 
There  for  ever  may  we  sing 
Alleluias  to  our  King. 

\Ym.  Chatterton  Dix,  i860. 

S.  S.  Chant  and  Tune  Book,  p.  74.     IV.  4. 

BRIGHTEST  andbest  of  the  sons  of  the  morning ! 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  Thine  aid  ! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

2  Cold  on  His  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  shining; 

Low  lies  His  head  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 
Angels  adore  Him  in  slumber  reclining, 
Maker  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  Him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine, 
Gems  of  the  mountain  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with  gifts  would  His  favor  secure ; 
Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration, 

Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning ! 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  Thine  aid  ! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 

Reg.  Hebek,  1S11. 


$2  EPIPHANY. 

Happy  Voices,  p.  159.    m.  3. 

SAW  you  never  in  the  twilight, 
When  the  sun  has  left  the  skies, 
Up  in  heaven  the  clear  stars  shining 

Through  the  gloom  like  silver  eyes? 
So  of  old,  the  wise  men  watching, 

Saw  a  little  stranger  star, 
And  they  knew  the  King  was  given, 
And  they  followed  it  from  far. 

2  Heard  you  never  of  the  story 

How  they  crossed  the  desert  wild, 
Journeyed  on  by  plain  and  mountain, 

Till  they  found  the  holy  Child — 
How  they  opened  all  their  treasure, 

Kneeling  to  that  infant  King, 
Gave  the  gold  and  fragrant  incense, 

Gave  the  myrrh  in  offering  ? 

3  Know  you  not  that  lowly  infant 

Was  the  Bright  and  Morning  Star, 
He  who  came  to  light  the  Gentiles 

And  the  darkened  isles  afar? 
And  we  too  may  seek  his  cradle, 

There  our  hearts'  best  treasure  bring — 
Love  and  faith  and  true  devotion, 

For  our  Saviour,  God,  and  King. 

H.  Kingsbury,  1864. 


EP^HANY.  33 

&&. 

Book  of  Praise,  p.  16.    P.  M. 

TT7E  three  kings  of  Orient  are ; 

\  1  Bearing  gifts  we  traverse  afar 
Field  and  fountain, 
Moor  and  mountain, 
Following  yonder  Star. 

Chorus. 

O  Star  of  wonder,  Star  of  night, 
Star  with  royal  beauty  bright, 

Westward  leading, 

Still  proceeding, 
Guide  us  to  Thy  perfect  light. 

2  Born  a  King  on  Bethlehem's  plain, 
Gold  I  bring  to  crown  Him  again 

King  forever, 
Ceasing  never 
Over  us  all  to  reign.    Cho. 

3  Frankincense  to  offer  have  I; 
Incense  owns  a  Deity  nigh  ; 

Prayer  and  praising     * 
All  men  raising, 
Worship  Him  God  on  high.   Cho. 

4  Myrrh  is  mine;  its  bitter  perfume 
Breathes  a  life  of  gathering  gloom — 

Sorrowing,  sighing, 

Bleeding,  dying, 
Sealed  in  the  stone-cold  tomb.    Cho. 
3 


34  LENT. 

5  Glorious  now  behold  Him  arise, 
King  and  God  and  Sacrifice ; 
Heaven  singing 
Hallelujah ; 
Hallelujah  the  earth  replies.    Cho. 

Rev.  John  Henry  Hopkins,  Jr. 

SO. 

Parish  Hymnal,  p.  52.    P.  M. 

ART  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid, 
Art  thou  sore  distress'd  ? 
"Come  to  Me,"  saith  One,  " and  coming 
Be  at  rest !  " 

2  Hath  He  marks  to  lead  me  to  Him, 

If  He  be  my  guide  ? 
"  In  His  feet  and  hands  are  wound-prints, 
And  His  side." 

3  Hath  He  diadem  as  Monarch 

That  His  brow  adorns? 
"  Yea,  a  crown  in  very  surety, 

But  of  thorns." 

4  If  I  find  Him,  if  I  follow, 

What  His  guerdon  here? 
"  Many  a  sorrow,  many  a  labor, 

Many  a  tear.'- 

5  If  I  still  hold  closely  to  Him, 

What  hath  He  at  last  ? 
"  Sorrow  vanquished,  labor  ended, 

Jordan  pass'd." 


LENT.  35 

6  If  I  ask  Him  to  receive  me, 
Will  He  say  me  nay? 
"  Not  till  earth,  and  not  till  heaven 
Pass  away." 
Rev.  John  M.  Neale,  D.  D.,  1862. 


30. 

Hymns  Ancient  and  Modern,  No.  92.     6s  &  5a. 

"1  LORY  be  to  Jesus, 
IT  Who,  in  bitter  pains, 
Poured  for  me  the  life-blood 
From  His  sacred  veins. 


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2  Grace  and  life  eternal 

In  that  blood  I  find ; 
Blest  be  His  compassion, 
Infinitely  kind. 

3  Blest,  through  endless  ages, 

Be  the  precious  stream, 
Which  from  endless  torments 
Did  the  world  redeem. 

4  Abel's  blood,  for  vengeance, 

Pleaded  to  the  skies; 
But  the  blood  of  Jesus 
For  our  pardon  cries. 

5  Oft,  as  it  is  sprinkled 

On  our  guilty  hearts, 
Satan,  in  confusion, 
Terror-struck,  departs. 


36  LENT. 


Oft,  as  earth,  exulting, 

Wafts  its  praise  on  high, 
Angel-hosts,  rejoicing, 

Make  their  glad  reply. 

Lift  ye,  then,  your  voices, 

Swell  the  mighty  flood; 
Louder  still,  and  louder, 

Praise  the  precious  blood. 

Tr.  Rev.  Edward  Caswall,  1858. 


31. 

Parish  Hymnal,  p.  96.    D.  CM. 

I   HEARD  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 
"  Come  unto  Me  and  rest ; 
Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 

Thy  head  upon  My  breast :  " 
I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 

All  weary,  worn,  and  sad : 
I  found  in  Him  a  resting-place, 
And  He  has  made  me  glad. 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  Behold,  I  freely  give 
The  living  water,  thirsty  one, 

Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live  :  " 
I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream; 
My  thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  revived, 

And  now  I  live  in  Him. 


LENT.  37 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  I  am  this  dark  world's  light ; 
Look  unto  Me,  thy  morn  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright :  " 
I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  Him  my  Star,  my  Sun  ; 
And  in  that  Light  of  life  I'll  walk 

Till  travelling  days  are  done. 

HORATIUS    BONAR,  D.   D. ,   1850. 


3^. 

Tune,  Clariona,  p.  28.    7s  &  6s. 

I    LAY  my  sins  on  Jesus, 
The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ; 
He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 

From  the  accursed  load. 
I  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains 
White  in  His  blood  most  precious, 
Till  not  a  spot  remains. 

I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus : 

All  fullness  dwells  in  Him  : 
He  heals  all  my  diseases, 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem. 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares ; 
He  from  them  all  releases, 

He  all  my  sorrows  shares. 


3$  LENT. 

3  I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 

This  weary  soul  of  mine ; 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  His  breast  recline. 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord; 
Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes 

His  name  abroad  is  poured. 

4  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  lovely,  lowly,  mild; 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  holy  child. 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 
To  sing  with  saints  His  praises, 

To  learn  the  angels'  song. 

HORATIUS   BONAR,  D.  D.,  1 843. 

33. 

Winnowed  Hymns,  p.  102.    HI.  3. 

LORD,  I  hear  of  show'rs  of  blessing, 
Thou  art  scatt'ring  full  and  free — 
Show'rs,  the  thirsty  land  refreshing; 
Let  Thy  blessing  fall  on  me — 
Ref. — Even  me,  even  me, 

Let  Thy  blessing  fall  on  me. 
2  Pass  me  not,  O  God,  my  Father  ! 
Sinful  though  my  heart  may  be  ; 
Thou  might'st  leave  me,  but  the  rather 
Let  Thy  mercy  light  on  me — 
Ref. — Even  me,  even  me, 

Let  Thy  mercy  light  on  me. 


LENT.  39 

3  Pass  me  not,  0  gracious  Saviour  ! 

Let  me  live  and  cling  to  Thee; 
For  I'm  longing  for  Thy  favor; 

Whilst  Thou'rt  calling,  oh  !  call  me — 
Ref — Even  me,  even  me, 

Whilst  Thou'rt  calling,  oh !  call  me. 

4  Have  I  long  in  sin  been  sleeping? 

Long  been  slighting,  grieving  Thee? 
Has  the  world  my  heart  been  keeping? 
Oh !  forgive  and  rescue  me — 
Ref. — Even  me,  even  me. 

Oh  !  forgive  and  rescue  me. 

5  Pass  me  not,  O  mighty  Spirit ! 

Thou  canst  make  the  blind  to  see ; 
Witnesser  of  Jesus'  merit, 

Speak  some  word  of  power  to  me — 
Ref. — Even  me,  even  me, 

Speak  some  word  of  power  to  me. 

Mrs.  Elizabeth  Codxer,  i86c 

Hymns  Ancient  and  Modern,  No.  200.    6s  &  4s. 

"jV"EARER,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
J_\      Nearer  to  Thee  ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross, 

That  raiseth  me  ! 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee,  I 


40  LENT. 

2  Though  like  a  wanderer, 

Day-light  all  gone, 
Darkness  be  over  me, 

My  rest  a  stone, 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee ! 

3  There  let  my  way  appear, 

Steps  up  to  heaven ; 
All  that  Thou  sendest  me, 

In  mercy  given, 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee ! 

4  Then  with  my  waking  thoughts, 

Bright  with  Thy  praise, 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Altars  I'll  raise  ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee  ! 

5  Or  if,  on  joyful  wing, 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon  and  stars  forgot, 

Upward  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 
Nearer  to  Thee ! 

Mrs.  Sarah  F.  F.  Adams,  1840. 


LENT.  4 1 

Songs  of  Devotion,  p.  39.    P.  }£. 

PASS  me  not,  O  gentle  Saviour, 
Hear  my  humble  cry ; 
While  on  others  Thou  art  smiling, 
Do  not  pass  me  by. 
Cho. — Saviour,  Saviour, 

Hear  my  humble  cry, 
While  on  others  Thou  art  calling, 
Do  not  pass  me  by. 

2  Let  me  at  a  throne  of  mercy 

Find  a  sweet  relief; 
Kneeling  there  in  deep  contrition, 
Help  my  unbelief.    Cho. 

3  Trusting  only  in  Thy  merit, 

Would  I  seek  Thy  face ; 
Heal  my  wounded,  broken  spirit, 
Save  me  by  Thy  grace.   Cho. 

4  Thou  the  spring  of  all  my  comfort, 

More  than  life  to  me ; 
Whom  have  I  on  earth  beside  Thee? 
Whom  in  heaven  but  Thee?  Cho. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby,  1868. 

36. 

Pure  Gold,  p.  19.     P.  M. 
Tl   E  praise  Thee,  O  God  !  for  the  Son  of  Thy  love, 
1 1     For  Jesus,  who  died,  and  is  now  gone  above. 
Chorus. 

Hallelujah  !   Thine  the  glory,  Hallelujah !  Amen. 
Hallelujah  !  Thine  the  glory,  Revive  us  again 


42  LENT. 

2  We  pr.iise  Thee,  O  God!  for  Thy  Spirit  of  light, 
Who  has  shown  us  our  Saviour,  and  scattered  our 

night.   Cko, 

3  All  glory  and  praise  to  the  Lamb  that  was  slain, 
Who  has  borne  all  our  sins,  and  has  cleansed  every 

stain.    C/w. 

4  All  glory  and  praise  to  the  God  of  all  grace, 
Who  has  bought  us,  and  sought  us,  and  guided  our 

ways.   Cko, 

5  Revive  us  again ;  fill  each  heart  with  Thy  love ; 
May    each    soul    be    rekindled    with    fire    from 

above.   Cho. 

Rev.  Wm.  Paton  Mackay,  1866. 

Songs  of  Salvation,  p.  42.    P.  M. 

WHAT  means  this  eager,  anxious  throng, 
Which  moves  with  busy  haste  along  ? 
These  wondrous  gatherings  day  by  day, 
What  means  this  strange  commotion  ?  say — 
In  accents  hushed  the  throng  reply, 
"  Jesus  of  Nazareth  passeth  by." 

2  Who  is  this  Jesus  ?  why  should  He 
The  city  move  so  mightily  ? 
A  passing  stranger,  has  He  skill 
To  move  the  multitude  at  will? 
Again  the  stirring  tones  reply, 
"Jesus  of  Nazareth  passeth  by." 


LENT.  43 

Jesus  !  'tis  He  who  once  below, 
Man's  pathway  trod,  'mid  pain  and  woe; 
And  burdened  ones  where'er  He  came, 
Brought  out  their  sick  and  deaf  and  lame ; 
The  blind  rejoiced  to  hear  the  cry 
"Jesus  of  Nazareth  passeth  by." 


4  Again  He  comes  from  place  to  place, 
His  holy  footprints  we  can  trace ; 
He  pauses  at  our  threshold — nay, 
He  enters — condescends  to  stay; 
Shall  we  not  gladly  raise  the  cry  ? 
"  Jesus  of  Nazareth  passeth  by." 


Ho!  all  ye  heavy-laden,  come; 
Here's  pardon,  comfort,  rest  and  home, 
Ye  wanderers  from  a  Father's  face, 
Return  !  accept  His  proffered  grace : 
Ye  tempted,  there's  a  refuge  nigh, 
"  Jesus  of  Nazareth  passeth  by." 


6  But  if  thou  still  this  call  refuse, 
And  all  His  wondrous  love  abuse ; 
Soon  will  He  sadly  from  you  turn, 
Your  bitter  prayer  for  pardon  spurn; 
"Too  late  !  too  late  !  "  will  be  the  cry, 
"Jesus  of  Nazareth  has  passed  by." 

Miss  Emma  Campbell.  Newark,  N.  J.,  1864. 


44  PASSION    WEEK. 

38. 

Gospel  Hymns  and  Sacred  Songs,  p.  23.    P.  M. 

GAVE  My  life  for  thee, 


i 


My  precious  blood  I  shed, 
That  thou  might'st  ransomed  be, 
And  quickened  from  the  dead ; 
I  gave,  I  gave  My  life  for  thee, 
What  hast  thou  given  for  Me  ? 

My  Father's  house  of  light, — 

My  glory-circled  throne, 
I  left,  for  earthly  night, 

For  wand'rings  sad  and  lone ; 
I  left,  I  left  it  all  for  thee; 
Hast  thou  left  aught  for  Me  ? 

I  suffered  much  for  thee, 

More  than  thy  tongue  can  tell, 

Of  bitterest  agony, 

To  rescue  thee  from  hell ; 

I've  borne,  I've  borne  it  all  for  thee, 

What  hast  thou  borne  for  Me? 

And  I  have  brought  to  thee, 
Down  from  My  home  above, 

Salvation  full  and  free, 
My  pardon  and  My  love; 

I  bring,  I  bring  rich  gifts  to  thee, 

What  hast  thou  brought  to  Me  ? 

Miss  Frances  Ridley  Havergal,  1859. 


PASSION    WEEK.  45 

30. 

Songs  of  Salvation,  p.  78.    7s  &  6s. 

I  SAW  the  cross  of  Jesus 
When  burdened  with  my  sin ; 
I  sought  the  cross  of  Jesus 

To  give  me  peace  within  : 
I  brought  my  sin  to  Jesus, 

He  cleansed  it  with  His  blood  ; 
And  in  the  cross  of  Jesus 
I  found  my  peace  with  God. 

I  love  the  cross  of  Jesus, 

It  tells  me  what  I  am ; 
A  vile  and  guilty  creature, 

Saved  only  through  the  Lamb: 
No  righteousness,  no  merit, 

No  beauty  can  I  plead  ; 
Yet  in  the  cross  I  glory, 

My  title  there  I  read. 

I  clasp  the  cross  of  Jesus 

In  every  trying  hour, 
My  sure  and  certain  refuge, 

My  never-failing  tower: 
In  every  fear  and  conflict 

I  more  than  conqueror  am; 
Living  I'm  safe,  or  dying, 

Through  Christ  the  risen  Lamb. 

Sweet  is  the  cross  of  Jesus  ! 

There  let  my  weary  heart 
Still  rest  in  perfect  peace 

Till  life  itself  depart; 


46  PASSION    WEEK. 

And  then  in  strains  of  glory 
I'll  sing  Thy  wond'rous  power, 

Where  sin  can  never  enter 
And  death  is  known  no  more. 


Anon. 


40, 

S.  S.  Chant  and  Tune  Book,  p.  48.    HT.  3. 

XN  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 
Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 
Hopes  deceive  and  fears  annoy, 

Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me; 
Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  joy. 

When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way, 
From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 

Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 

Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure, 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified  : 
Peace  is  there  that  knows  no  measure, 

Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Towering  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time ; 

All  the  light  of  sacred  story 
Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

Sir  John  Bowring,  1825. 


PASSION  WEEK.  47 

41, 

Winnowed  Hymns,  p.  40.    7s  &  6s. 

^"AUGHT  of  merit  or  of  price, 
Remains  to  justice  due  ; 
Jesus  died,  and  paid  it  all, — 
Yes,  all  the  debt  I  owe. 
Cho. — Jesus  paid  it  all, 

All  the  debt  I  owe, 
Jesus  died,  and  paid  it  all, 
Yes,  all  the  debt  I  owe. 

2  When  He  from  His  lofty  throne, 

Stooped  down  to  do  and  die, 
Every  thing  was  fully  done ; 

"  Tis  finished!"  was  His  cry.    Cho. 

3  Weary  not,  O  toiling  one, 

Whate'er  thy  conflict  be, 
Work  for  Him  with  cheerful  heart, 
Who  suffered  all  for  thee.    Cho. 

4.  Clinging  to  the  Saviour's  cross, 
Look  up  by  simple  faith, 
Praise  Him  for  the  pard'ning  love 
That  saves  from  endless  death.   Cho. 

5  Bring  a  willing  sacrifice — 
Thy  soul  to  Jesus'  feet; 
Stand  in  Him,  in  Him  alone, 
All  glorious  and  complete.    Cho. 

Rev.  James  Proctor,  1858. 


48  PASSION  WEEK 

Winnowed  Hymns,  p.  24.    P.  M. 

OH,  bliss  of  the  purified  !  bliss  of  the  free  ! 
I  plunge  in  the  crimson  tide  open  for  me  ; 
O'er  sin  and  uncleanness  exulting  1  stand, 
And  point  to  the  print  of  the  nails  in  His  hand. 
Cho. — Oh,  sing  of  His  mighty  love, 
||:   Sing  of  His  mighty  love,  :|| 
Mighty  to  save ! 

2  Oh,  bliss  of  the  purified  !  Jesus  is  mine, 
No  longer  in  dread  condemnation  I  pine; 
In  conscious  salvation  I  sing  of  His  grace, 
Who  lifteth  upon  me  the  light  of  His  face.   Cho. 

3  Oh,  bliss  of  the  purified  !  bliss  of  the  pure ! 

No  wound  hath  the  soul  that  His  blood  cannot 

cure  ; 
No  sorrow-bowed  head  but  may  sweetly  find  rest, 
No  tears  but  may  dry  them  on  Jesus'  breast.  Cho. 

4  O,  Jesus  the  crucified  !  Thee  will  I  sing, 

My  blessed  Redeemer,  my  God  and  my  King; 
My  soul,  filled  with  rapture,  shall  shout  o'er  the 

grave, 
And  triumph  in  death  in  the  "Mighty  to  Save."  Cho. 

Rev.  Frank  Bottome,  D.  D.,  1869. 

43. 

Gospel  Hymns  and  Sacred  Songs,  p.  8.     P.  M. 

THERE  were  ninety  and  nine  that  safely  lay 
In  the  shelter  of  the  fold, 
But  one  was  out  on  the  hills  away, 
Far  off  from  the  gates  of  gold — 


PASSION  WEEK.  49 

Away  on  the  mountains  wild  and  bare, 
Away  from  the  tender  Shepherd's  care. 

"  Lord,  Thou  hast  here  Thy  ninety  and  nine  : 

Are  they  not  enough  for  Thee?  " 
But  the  Shepherd  made  answer  :    "  'This  of  Mine 

Has  wandered  away  from  Me  : 
And  although  the  road  be  rough  and  steep 
I  go  to  the  desert  to  find  My  sheep." 

But  none  of  the  ransomed  ever  knew 

How  deep  were  the  waters  crossed;       [through 
Nor  how  dark  was  the  night  that  the  Lord  passed 

Ere  He  found  His  sheep  that  was  lost. 
Out  in  the  desert  He  heard  its  cry — 
Sick  and  helpless,  and  ready  to  die. 

"  Lord,  whence  are  those  blood-drops  all  the  way 
That  mark  out  the  mountain's  track?  " 

"  They  were  shed  for  one  who  had  gone  astray 
Ere  the  Shepherd  could  bring  him  back." 

"  Lord,  whence  are  Thy  hands  so  rent  and  torn?  " 

"  They  are  pierced  to-night  by  many  a  thorn." 

But  all  through  the  mountains,  thunder-riven, 

And  up  from  the  rocky  steep, 
There  rose  a  cry  to  the  gate  of  heaven, 

"  Rejoice  !   I  have  found  my  sheep  !" 
And  the  angels  echoed  around  the  throne, 
"  Rejoice,  for  the  Lord  brings  back  His  own  !  " 

Miss  Elizabeth  C.  Clephane,  1868 


50  PASSION  WEEK— EASTER. 

Bright  Jewels,  p.  130.    P.  M. 

JESUS,  keep  me  near  the  Cross, 
There  a  precious  fountain 
Free  to  all — a  healing  stream, 
Flows  from  Calvary's  mountain. 

Cho> — In  the  Cross,  in  the  Cross, 
Be  my  glory  ever ; 
Till  my  raptured  soul  shall  find 
Rest  beyond  the  river. 

2  Near  the  Cross,  a  trembling  soul, 

Love  and  mercy  found  me ; 
There  the  bright  and  Morning  Star 
Shed  its  beams  around  me.     Cho, 

3  Near  the  Cross !  O  Lamb  of  God, 

Bring  its  scenes  before  me ; 
Help  me  walk  from  day  to  day, 
With  its  shadows  o'er  me.     Cho. 

4  Near  the  Cross  I'll  watch  and  wait, 

Hoping,  trusting  ever, 
Till  I  reach  the  golden  strand, 
Just  beyond  the  river. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby,  Feb.  1868. 

Music  on  p.  163.    P.  M. 

BIRDS  their  Matin-Carol  sing, 
Dew-drops  to  the  lilies  cling 
On  the  Easter-Morning; 


EASTER.  51 

When  the  Angel  robed  in  white, 
Coming  from  the  realms  of  light 
At  the  day's  first  dawning. 

!  Rolls  the  heavy  stone  away 
From  the  tomb  where  Jesus  lay, 

Over  death  victorious. 
Forth  in  radiant  majesty 
From  the  grave's  captivity, 

Comes  the  Saviour  glorious! 

:  When  the  sun  expels  the  night 
From  the  plain,  and  mountain-height 

Tips  with  rosy  gleaming, 
Then  the  Sun  of  Righteousness 
O'er  the  world's  unhappiness 

Sheds  His  joyous  beaming. 

.  So  into  your  hearts  of  sin, 
Children,  let  Him  enter  in 

At  your  life's  first  morning ; 
That,  with  beams  of  light  divine, 
He  through  all  your  lives  may  shine 

Till  the  heavenly  dawning. 

Rev.  Wm.  H.  Neilson,  Jr. 

40. 

Hollister's  S.  S.  S.  and  Tune  Book,  p.  54.    P.  M. 

CHRIST  hath  arisen ! 
Death  is  no  more  ! 
Lo  !  the  white-robed  ones 

Sit  by  the  door. 
Dawn,  golden  morning, 
Scatter  the  night! 


52  EASTER. 


Haste,  ye  disciples  glad, 
First  with  the  light. 

Dawn,  golden  morning,  &a 

Break  forth  in  singing, 

O  world  new-born  ! 
Chant  the  great  Eastertide, 

Christ's  holy  morn. 
Chant  Him  young  sunbeams, 

Dancing  in  mirth ! 
Chant,  all  ye  winds  of  God, 

Coursing  the  earth ! 

Chant  Him,  &c. 

Chant  Him,  ye  laughing  flowers 

Fresh  from  the  sod : 
Chant  Him,  wild  leaping  streams, 

Praising  your  God  t 
Break  from  thy  winter, 

Sad  heart,  and  sing ! 
But  with  thy  blossoms  fair ; 

Christ  is  thy  spring. 

Break  from  thy  winter,  &c. 

Come  where  the  Lord  hath  lain, 

Past  is  the  gloom  : 
See  the  full  eye  of  day 

Smile  through  the  tomb. 
Hark !  angel  voices 

Fall  from  the  skies  ! 
Christ  hath  arisen  ! 

Glad  heart,  arise ! 

Hark !  angel  voices,  &c. 

Rev.  E.  A.  Washburn,  D.  D.,  1863. 


EASTER.  53 

17. 

Music  on  p.  164.     lis  <fc  10s. 

EAIL !    to   the  brightness   which   heralds   Thy 
glory ! 
Hail !  to  the  coming  of  Christ  among  men  ! 
Shout  ye  with  praises  the  marvelous  story : 

Sing  of  salvation  again  and  again. 
Cho. — Heaven  send  its  blessings  here 
P^ver  our  souls  to  cheer, 
Ever  to  comfort  us — ever  to  bless  : 
While  from  our  hearts  of  love 
Praising  our  God  above, 
Saviour  Thy  mercies  Thy  children  confess. 

Death   hast   Thou   vanquished,    Thou   Saviour  ot 
mortals, 
The  grave  and  destruction  hast  robbed  of  their/ 
gloom ; 
Victory  shines  out  from  Heaven's  opened  portals, 
Jesus  has  conquered  the  power  of  the  tomb  ! 

Cho. 
Christ  is  arisen  !  oh,  tell  it  with  gladness  ! 

Bright  shines  this  Easter  morn,  bringing  Christ 
near; 
Lovingly  owning  Him — banishing  sadness, 
Hope  springs  eternal  o'er  darkness  and  fear. 

Cho. 
Open  the  gates,  then,  ye  children  of  Zion, 

Welcome  with  singing  the  King  on  His  throne! 
Enter  Thou  in,  for  'tis  Thee  we  rely  on  ! 

Thou  Saviour  of  sinners,  Thy  children  to  own  ! 

Cho. 

Rev.  \V.  W.  Newton 


54  EASTER. 

48. 
Music  on  p.  170.    m.  4. 

HE  is  risen !  He  is  risen ! 
Tell  it  with  a  joyful  voice  ; 
He  has  burst  His  three  days'  prison, 
Let  the  whole  wide  world  rejoice  : 
Death  is  conquered,  man  is  free, 
Christ  has  won  the  victory. 

2  Tell  it  to  the  sinners,  weeping 

Over  deeds  in  darkness  done, 
Weary  fast  and  vigil  keeping; 

Brightly  breaks  their  Easter  Sun ; 
Blood  can  wash  all  sins  away, 
Christ  has  conquered  hell  to-day. 

3  Come,  ye  sad  and  fearful-hearted, 

With  glad  smile  and  radiant  brow; 
Lent's  long  shadows  have  departed, 

All  His  woes  are  over  now, 
And  the  glorious  form  He  bore, 
Mortal  ills  can  vex  no  more. 

4  Come,  with  high  and  holy  gladness, 

Chant  our  Lord's  triumphal  lay; 
Not  one  touch  of  twilight  sadness 

Dims  His  resurrection  day ; 
Brightly  dawns  the  radiant  east, 
Brighter  far  our  Easter  feast. 

5  He  is  risen  !  He  is  risen  ! 

He  has  ope'd  the  eternal  gate ; 


EASTER.  55 

We  are  free  from  sin's  dark  prison, 

Risen  to  a  holier  state  ; 
Soon  a  brighter  Easter  beam 
On  our  longing  eyes  shall  stream. 

Mrs.  C.  F.  Alexander. 


49. 

S.  S.  Chant  and  Tune  Book,  p.  162.     7a  &  6s. 

LET  the  merry  church-bells  ring, 
Hence  with  tears  and  sighing  ; 
Frost  and  cold  are  fled  from  Spring, 

Life  hath  conquered  dying. 
Flowers  are  smiling,  fields  are  gay, 

Sunny  is  the  weather ; 
With  our  rising  Lord  to-day, 
All  things  rise  together. 
Cho. — Let  the  merry  church-bells  ring, 
Ring,  ring, 
Let  the  merry  church-bells  ring, 
Ring,  ring,  ring. 

2  Let  the  birds  sing  out  again 

From  their  leafy  chapel, 
Praising  Him  with  whom  in  vain 

Satan  sought  to  grapple  ; 
Sounds  of  joy  come  fast  and  thick, 

As  the  breezes  flutter; 
Resurrexit,  non  est  hie, 

Is  the  strain  they  utter.   Cho, 


5  6  EASTER. 

3  Let  the  thought  of  grief  be  past; 

This  our  comfort  giveth, — 
He  was  slain  on  Friday  last, 

But  to-day  He  liveth  : 
Mourning  heart  must  needs  be  gay, 

Nor  let  sorrow  vex  it ; 
Since  the  very  grave  can  say, 

Christus  resurrexit.   Cho. 


ANOlfc 


£50. 

Music  on  p.  162.     C.  M. 

T)  ING  out  the  anthem,  Jesus  lives, 
W  No  more  to  shed  His  blood; 
His  death  to  us  salvation  gives, 
And  now  He  reigns  with  God. 
Cho. — Then  ring  the  church-bell, 
The  happy  news  tell 
The  wide  world  abroad. 

2  He  lives  to  plead  when  children  sin, 

To  wash  away  each  stain, 
Their  souls  from  Satan's  grasp  to  win, 

Saved  from  eternal  pain. 

Cho. — Then  ring  the  church-bell, 
The  happy  news  tell 
While  earth  shall  remain. 

3  Upon  each  little  restless  head 

To  lay  His  unseen  hand, 


EASTER.  57 

And  guide  the  wandering  little  feet 
To  Canaan's  promised  land. 
Cho. — Then  ring  the  church-bell, 

The  happy  news  tell, 

A  heaven-bound  band. 

He  now  prepares  the  children's  home, 

Way  up  beyond  the  sky, 
Where  sin  and  sorrow  never  come, 
And  children  never  die. 
Cho. — Then  ring  the  church-bell, 
The  happy  news  tell, 
Let  the  echo  reply. 

Ring  out  the  anthem,  Jesus  lives  ! 

Repeat  the  joyful  lays 
Till  every  child  on  earth  believes 
And  sings  the  Saviour's  praise. 
Cho. — Then  ring  the  church-bell, 
The  happy  news  tell, 
Throughout  endless  days. 

W.  H.  X.,  Jr.,  1868. 

£>1. 

S.  S.  Chant  and  Tune  Book,  166.    P.  M. 

THE  world  itself  keeps  Easter  Day, 
And  Easter  larks  are  singing; 
And  Easter  flow'rs  are  blooming  gay, 
And  Easter  buds  are  springing: 
Alleluia ! 
The  Lord  of  all  things  lives  anew, 
And  all  His  works  are  rising  too; 
Alleluia !  Alleluia ! 
Alleluia  !  Praise  the  Lord  ! 


58  EASTER. 

2  There  stood  three  Marys  by  the  tomb, 
On  Easter  morning  early, 
When  day  had  scarcely  chased  the  gloom, 
And  dew  was  white  and  pearly ; 
Alleluia ! 
With  loving,  but  with  erring  mind, 
They  came  the  Prince  of  Life  to  find; 
Alleluia!  Alleluia! 
Alleluia  !  Praise  the  Lord ! 


But  earlier  still  the  Angel  sped, 

His  news  of  comfort  giving; 
And  "  why,"  he  said  "  among  the  dead 
Thus  seek  ye  for  the  Living?" 
Alleluia ! 
"Go,  tell  them  all,  and  make  them  blest; 
Tell  Peter  first,  and  then  the  rest." 
Alleluia!  Alleluia-! 
Alleluia  !  Praise  the  Lord ! 


The  world  itself  keeps  Easter  Day, 

And  Easter  larks  are  singing ; 
And  Easter  flowers  are  blooming  gay, 
And  Easter  buds  are  springing, 
Alleluia ! 
The  Lord  is  risen  as  all  things  tell, 
Good  Christians,  see  ye  rise  as  well! 
Alleluia !  Alleluia  ! 
Alleluia  !  Praise,  the  Lord ! 

Anon. 


EASTER.  59 

Hollister's  S.  S.  S.  and  Tune  Book,  p.  52.    7s  ft  6s. 

TO-DAY  our  blessed  Saviour 
From  death  and  hell  arose 
Proclaiming  free  salvation 

Triumphant  o'er  His  foes; 

And  should  we  fail  proclaiming 

Our  great  Redeemer's  praise, 

The  stones  our  silence  shaming, 

Would  their  hosannas  raise. 


To  Thee  be  praise  forever, 

Thou  glorious  King  of  kings, 
Thy  wondrous  love  and  favor 

Each  ransomed  spirit  sings ; 
We'll  celebrate  Thy  glory 

With  all  Thy  saints  above, 
And  shout  the  joyful  story 

Of  Thy  redeeming  love. 


Our  souls  be  filled  with  gladness, 

Let  rapture  swell  the  breast ; 
Ten  thousand  voices  singing, 

Welcome  this  Easter  feast. 
Shout,  shout,  ye  saints  in  triumph! 

The  Conqueror  comes  to  reign; 
Let  earth  exalt  her  Saviour, 

And  bless  Immanuel's  name. 

Anon. 


6o  ASCENSION — WHITSUNTIDE. 

Hollister's  S.  S.  S.  and  Tune  Book,  p.  59.    C.  M. 

ARISE,  ye  children,  and  adore  ; 
Exulting  strike  the  chord  ! 
Let  all  the  earth,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Confess  its  sovereign  Lord. 

2  Glad  shouts  aloud,  wide  echoing  round, 

Th'  ascending  Lord  proclaim  ; 
Th'  angelic  choir  respond  the  sound, 
And  shake  creation's  frame. 

3  They  sing  of  death  and  hell  o'erthrown 

In  that  triumphant  hour; 
And  God  exalts  His  conquering  son 
To  His  right  hand  of  power. 

4  Oh,  shout,  ye  children,  and  adore  ; 

Exulting  strike  the  chord  ! 
Let  all  the  earth,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Confess  th'  Almighty  Lord. 

Harriet  Auber,  1829,  alt. 


C 


5<4L. 

Tune,  Arlington.    C.  M. 
OME  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 


J  With  all  Thy  quickening  powers; 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  See  how  we  grovel  here  below. 
Fond  of  these  earthly  toys  : 
Our  souls,  how  heavily  they  go, 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 


WHITSUNTIDE.  6l 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  lifeless  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise : 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Come  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  Thy  quickening  powers ; 
Come  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

Isaac  Watts,  1709. 


Parish  Hymnal,  p.  73.    8s,  6s  &  4s. 

OUR  blest  Redeemer,  ere  He  breathed 
His  tender  last  farewell, 
A  Guide,  a  Comforter,  bequeathed 
With  us  to  dwell. 

2  He  came  sweet  influence  to  impart, 

A  gracious,  willing  Guest, 
While  He  can  find  one  humble  heart 
Wherein  to  rest. 

3  And  His  that  gentle  voice  we  hear, 

Soft  as  the  breath  of  even, 
That  checks  each  thought,  that  calms  each  fear} 
And  speaks  of  heaven. 

4  And  every  virtue  we  possess, 

And  every  victory  won, 
And  every  thought  of  holiness 
Are  His  alone. 


62  WHITSUNTIDE. 

5  Spirit  of  purity  and  grace, 

Our  weakness,  pitying  see : 
O  make  our  hearts  Thy  dwelling-place, 
And  meet  for  Thee. 

6  O  praise  the  Father ;  praise  the  Son ; 

Blest  Spirit,  praise  to  Thee; 
All  praise  to  God,  the  Three  in  One, 
The  One  in  Three. 

Harriet  Auber,  1829. 


H 


Winnowed  Hymns,  p.  60.    IH.  2. 
OLY  Spirit,  faithful  guide, 


Ever  near  the  Christian's  side, 
Gently  lead  us  by  the  hand, 
Pilgrims  in  a  desert  land; 
Weary  souls  for  e'er  rejoice, 
While  they  hear  that  sweetest  voice, 
Whisp'ring  softly,  wanderer  come  I 
Follow  me,  I'll  guide  Thee  home. 

Ever  present,  truest  Friend, 
Ever  near  Thine  aid  to  lend ; 
Leave  us  not  to  doubt  and  fear, 
Groping  on  in  darkness  drear, 
When  the  storms  are  raging  sore, 
Hearts  grow  faint,  and  hopes  give  o'er,- 
Whispering  softly,  wanderer  come  ! 
Follow  me,  I'll  guide  thee  home. 


TRINITY.  63 

When  our  days  of  toil  shall  cease, 
Waiting  still  for  sweet  release, 
Nothing  left  but  heaven  and  prayer, 
Wond'ring  if  our  names  were  there; 
Wading  deep  the  dismal  flood, 
Pleading  nought  but  Jesus'  blood; 
Whispering  softly,  wanderer  come  ! 
Follow  me,  I'll  guide  thee  home  ! 

M.  M.  Wells.,  1858. 


The  Hymnary,  p,  154     P.  M. 

HOLY,  Holy,  Holy  !  Lord  God  Almighty  ! 
Early  in  the  morning  our  song  shall  rise  to 
Thee: 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  merciful  and  mighty  ! 
God  in  three  Persons,  blessed  Trinity ! 

2  Holy,  Holy,  Holy!  all  the  saints  adore  Thee, 

Casting  down  their  golden  crowns  around  the 
glassy  sea; 
Cherubim  and  seraphim  falling  down  before  Thee, 
Which  wert,  and  art,  and  evermore  shalt  be. 

3  Holy,    Holy,    Holy!    though    the   darkness   hide 

Thee, 
Though  the  eye  of  sinful  man  Thy  glory  may 
not  see, 
Only  Thou  art  holy :   there  is  none  beside  Thee 
Perfect  in  power,  in  love,  and  purity. 


64  TRINITY. 

4  Holy,  Holy,  Holy !  Lord  God  Almighty  ! 

All  Thy  works  shall  praise  Thy  Name,  in  earth, 
and  sky,  and  sea  : 
Holy,  Holy,  Holy !  merciful  and  mighty  ; 
God  in  three  Persons,  blessed  Trinity  ! 

R.  Heber,  i8ii. 


Parish  Hymnal,  p.  77.    HI.  5. 

LEAD  us  !  heavenly  Father,  lead  us 
O'er  the  world's  tempestuous  sea ; 
Guard  us,  guide  us,  keep  us,  feed  us, 

For  we  have  no  help  but  Thee; 
Yet  possessing  every  blessing, 
If  our  God  our  Father  be. 

Saviour,  breathe  forgiveness  o'er  us, 
All  our  weakness  Thou  dost  know ; 

Thou  didst  tread  this  earth  before  us, 
Thou  didst  feel  its  keenest  woe : 

Lone  and  dreary,  faint  and  weary, 
Through  the  desert  Thou  didst  go. 

Spirit  of  our  God,  descending, 
Fill  our  hearts  with  heavenly  joy  ; 

Love  with  every  feeling  blending, 
Pleasure  that  can  never  cloy. 

Thus  provided,  pardoned,  guided, 
Nothing  can  our  peace  destroy. 

James  Edmeston,  1820. 


THE   CHURCH.  65 

Parish  Hymnal,  p.  176.    6s&5s. 

BRIGHTLY  gleams  our  banner 
Pointing  to  the  sky, 
Waving  wanderers  onward 
To  their  home  on  high. 
Journeying  o'er  the  desert, 

Gladly  thus  we  pray, 
And  with  hearts  united 

Take  our  heavenward  way. 
Ref — Brightly  gleams  our  banner 
Pointing  to  the  sky, 
Waving  wanderers  onwaid 
To  their  home  on  high. 

\  Jesus,  Lord  and  Master, 

At  Thy  sacred  feet, 
Here  with  hearts  rejoicing 

See  Thy  children  meet; 
Often  have  we  left  Thee, 

Often  gone  astray, 
Keep  us,  mighty  Saviour, 

In  the  narrow  way.   Ref. 

\  All  our  days  direct  us 

In  the  way  we  go, 
Lead  us  on  victorious 

Over  every  foe  : 
Bid  Thine  angels  shield  us 

When  the  storm-clouds  lower, 
Pardon  Thou  and  save  us 

In  the  last  dread  hour.   Ref, 


66  THE  CHURCH. 

4  Then  with  saints  and  angels 
May  we  join  above, 
Offering  prayers  and  praises 

At  Thy  throne  of  love; 
When  the  toil  is  over, 

Then  comes  rest  and  peace, 
Jesus  in  His  beauty, 
Songs  that  never  cease. 

Rev.  T.  J.  Potter,  x86o. 

60. 

Parish  Hymnal,  p.  172.     6s  &  5s. 

ONWARD,  Christian  soldiers, 
Marching  as  to  war, 
With  the  cross  of  Jesus 

Going  on  before. 
Christ  the  Royal  Master 

Leads  against  the  foe  ; 
Forward  into  battle, 

See,  His  banners  go  !; 
Onward,  Christian  soldiers, 

Marching  as  to  war, 
With  the  cross  of  Jesus 

Going  on  before. 

2  At  the  sign  of  triumph 

Satan's  host  doth  flee  : 
On  then,  Christian  soldiers, 

On  to  victory. 
Hell's  foundations  quiver 

At  the  shout  of  praise ; 
Brothers,  lift  your  voices, 

Loud  your  anthems  raise.     Onward,  &c 


MISSIONARY.  67 

Like  a  mighty  army 

Moves  the  Church  of  God; 
Brothers  we  are  treading 

Where  the  saints  have  trod ; 
We  are  not  divided, 

All  one  body  we, 
One  in  hope,  and  doctrine, 

One  in  charity.    Onward,  &c. 

Onward,  then,  ye  people, 

Join  our  happy  throng, 
Blend  with  ours  your  voices, 

In  the  triumph  song; 
Glory,  laud  and  honor, 

Unto  Christ  the  King, 
This  through  countless  ages 

Men  and  Angels  sing. 
Onward,  Christian  soldiers, 

Marching  as  to  war, 
With  the  cross  of  Jesus 

Going  on  before.     Amen. 

Rev.  Sabine  Baring  Gould,  1865. 
61. 
Bradbury  Trio.  p.  20.    7s  &  6a. 

FAR  out  upon  the  prairie 
How  many  children  dwell, 
Who  never  read  the  Bible, 

Or  hear  the  Sabbath  bell ; 
And  when  the  holy  morning 
Wakes  us  to  sing  and  pray, 
They  spend  the  precious  moments 
In  idleness  and  play. 


68  MISSIONARY. 

Cho. — Far  out  upon  the  prairie 

How  many  children  dwell, 
Who  never  read  the  bible, 
Or  hear  the  Sabbath  bell. 

2  I  wish  that  I  could  tell  them 

How  Jesus  came  to  die, 
When  He  for  little  children 

Left  His  bright  throne  on  high ; 
And  all  the  sad,  sad  story 

Of  sorrow  which  He  bore, 
When  for  His  crown  of  glory 

A  crown  of  thorns  He  wore.     Cho, 

3  And  so  each  morn  and  evening, 

When'er  I  kneel  in  prayer, 
I'll  ask  the  gracious  Saviour 

To  send  His  gospel  there ; 
That  in  the  glorious  city 

In  which  He  dwells  above, 
We  all  may  sing  together 

Of  His  redeeming  love.     Cho. 

Mrs.  R.  P.  C.  i860. 

Happy  Voices,  No.  125.  7s  &  6s. 

FROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 
'    Roll  down  their  golden  sand, 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 


MISSIONARY.  69 

What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle, 
Though  every  prospect  pleases 

And  only  man  is  vile, 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown, 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

Shall  we,  whose  souk  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !  Oh,  salvation ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  His  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign. 

Bishop  Reg.  Heber,  1819. 

63, 

Songs  of  Salvation,  p.  14.    7s  &  6s. 

~|\TOW  be  the  gospel  banner 
J_ \    In  every  land  unfurled  ; 
And  be  the  shout  Hosanna ! 
Re-echoed  through  the  world: 


70  MISSIONARY. 

Till  every  isle  and  nation, 
Till  every  tribe  and  tongue, 

Receive  the  great  salvation, 
And  join  the  happy  throng. 

2  What  though  the  embattled  legions 

Of  earth  and  hell  combine? 
His  arm  throughout  their  regions 

Shall  soon  resplendent  shine : 
Ride  on,  O  Lord,  victorious ! 

Immanuel,  Prince  of  Peace  ! 
Thy  triumph  shall  be  glorious, 

Thine  empire  still  increase. 

3  Yes,  Thou  shalt  reign  forever, 

O  Jesus,  King  of  kings  ! 
Thy  light,  Thy  love,  Thy  favor, 

Each  ransomed  captive  sings ; 
The  isles  for  Thee  are  waiting, 

The  deserts  learn  Thy  praise, 
The  hills  and  valleys  greeting, 

The  song  responsive  raise. 

Dr.  Thos.  Hastings,  183a. 

64. 

Pure  Gold,  p.  129.    P.M. 

RESCUE  the  perishing, 
Care  for  the  dying, 
Snatch  them  in  pity  from  sin  and  the  grave ; 

Weep  o'er  the  erring  one, 
Lift  up  the  fallen, 

Tell  them  of  Jesus,  the  Mighty  to  save. 


M 1 5  i  : 

Che. — Rescue  the  p-erlshi-g. 
Care  :"•::  the  dyir.g  ; 


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72  MISSIONARY. 

Let  us  hear  the  joyful  tidings  of  salvation, — 

We  thirst  for  the  living  spring. 

O  ye  heralds  of  the  cross  be  up  and  doing, 

Remember  the  great  command,  Away ! 

Go  ye  forth  and  preach  the  Word  to  every  creature, 

Proclaim  it  in  every  land. 

Cho. — They  shall  gather  from  the  East, 
They  shall  gather  from  the  West, 
With  the  patriarchs  of  old , 
And  the  ransom'd  shall  return 
To  the  kingdoms  of  the  blest 
With  their  harps  and  crowns  of  gold. 
There's  a  cry,  &c. 

2  O  how  beautiful  their  feet  upon  the  mountains, 
The  tidings  of  peace  who  bring,  who  bring 
To  the  nations  of  the  earth  who  sit  in  darkness, 
And  tell  them  of  Zion's  king  ; 
Then  ye  heralds  of  the  cross  be  up  and  doing, 
Go  work  in  your  Master's  field,  Away ! 
Sound  the  trumpet,  sound  the  trumpet  of  salvation, 
The  Lord  is  your  strength  and  shield. 
Cho. — Let  the  distant  isles  be  glad, 

Let  them  hail  the  Saviour's  birth, 
And  the  news  of  pardon  free, 
Till  the  knowledge  of  the  truth 
Shall  extend  to  all  the  earth, 
As  the  waters  o'er  the  sea. 
There's  a  cry,  &c. 

3  Ye  have  listed  in  the  army  of  the  faithful 
Like  heroes  the  battle  fight,  Awayl 


MISSIONARY.  73 

There  are  foes  on  every  hand  that  will  assail  you, 

Then  gird  on  your  armor  bright ; 

With  the  banner  of  the  cross  unfurled  before  you 

The  sword  of  the  spirit  wield,  Away  ! 

Ye  shall  conquer  through   His  mercy  who   hath 

loved  you, 
The  Lord  is  your  strength  and  shield. 

Cko. — Ye  are  marching  to  the  land 

Where  the  saints  in  glory  stand, 
And  the  just  for  joy  shall  sing, 
Ye  by  faith  may  bring  it  nigh; 
Ye  shall  reach  it  bye  and  bye, 
And  your  shouts  of  triumph  sing. 
There's  a  cry,  &c. 

Fannie  J.  Crosby,  1864. 


Pure  Gold,  p.  52.    III.  3. 

"\7"ES  !  a  brighter  morn  is  breaking, 
JL   Better  days  are  coming  on; 
All  the  world  will  be  awaking 
In  the  new  and  golden  dawn. 

Cho. — And  many  nations  shall  come,  and  say, 

Come  let  us  go  up  to  the  mountain  of  the  Lord, 
Let  us  go  up  to  the  mountain  of  the  Lord; 
And  He  will  teach  us,  will  teach  us  of  His  ways  ; 
And  we  will  walk  in  His  paths. 


74  INVITATION. 

2  In  the  day  of  coming  glory, 

Men  will  show  fraternal  hand ; 
Each  will  tell  to  each  the  story, 
Till  it  spreads  to  every  land.     Cho. 

3  On  the  top  of  Zion's  mountain, 

God  prepares  His  house  again, 
At  the  threshold  springs  a  fountain, 
Flowing  for  the  souls  of  men.     Cho. 

4  From  the  earth's  remotest  stations, 

Men  will  come  to  hear  the  word ; 
And,  in  all  the  world,  the  nations 
Shall  be  nations  of  the  Lord.     Cho. 

Rev.  Robert  Lowry,  1871. 


I 


Gospel  Hymns  &  Sacred  Songs,  p.  13.    P.  M. 
HAVE  a  Saviour,  He's  pleading  in  glory, 


A  dear,  loving  Saviour  tho' earth-friends  be  few; 
And  now  He  is  watching  in  tenderness  o'er  me, 
And  oh,  that  my  Saviour  were  your  Saviour  too! 
Cho. — For  you  I  am  praying, 
For  you  I  am  praying, 
For  you  I  am  praying, 
I'm  praying  for  you. 

2  I  have  a  peace :   it  is  calm  as  a  river — 

A  peace  that  the  friends  of  this  world  never  knew; 
My  Saviour  alone  is  its  Author  and  Giver, 
And  oh,  could  I  know  it  was  given  to  you  !  Cho. 


INVITATION.  75 

When  Jesus  has  found  you,  tell  others  the  story, 
That  my  loving  Saviour  is  your  Saviour  too ; 

Then  pray  that  your  Saviour  may  bring  them  to 
glory, 
And  prayer  will  be  answered — 'twas  answered 

for  you  !     Cho. 

S.  O'Maley  Clvff,  1866. 

68. 

Fresh  Laurels,  p.  50.     P.  M. 

JESUS  the  Water  of  Life  will  give, 
Freely,  freely,  freely; 
Jesus  the  Water  of  Life  will  give, 
Freely  to  those  who  love  Him. 
Come  to  that  fountain,  Oh  drink  and  live, 

Freely,  freely,  freely; 
Come  to  that  fountain,  Oh  drink  and  live, 
Flowing  for  those  that  love  Him. 

Cho. — The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say  come, 

Freely,  freely  freely, 
And  he  that  is  thirsty,  let  him  come 

And  drink  from  the  Water  of  Life. 
The  fountain  of  life  is  flowing, 

Flowing,  freely  flowing, 
The  fountain  of  life  is  flowing, 

Is  flowing  for  you  and  for  me. 

2  Jesus  has  promised  a  home  in  heaven, 
Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Jesus  has  promised  a  home  in  heaven 
Freely  to  those  that  love  Him ; 


j6  INVITATION. 

Treasures  unfading  will  there  be  given, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Treasures  unfading  will  there  be  given, 

Freely  to  those  that  love  Him.   Cho. 

3  Jesus  has  promised  a  robe  of  white, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Jesus  has  promised  a  robe  of  white, 

Freely  to  those  that  love  Him ; 
Kingdoms  of  glory  and  crowns  of  light, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Kingdoms  of  glory  and  crowns  of  light, 

Freely  to  those  that  love  Him.   Cho. 

4  Jesus  has  promised  a  calm  repose, 
Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Jesus  has  promised  a  calm  repose 

Freely  to  all  that  love  Him ; 
Come  to  the  Water  of  Life  that  flows, 

Freely,  freely,  freely, 
Come  to  the  Water  of  Life  that  flows 
Freely  to  all  that  love  Him.   Cho. 

Mrs.  Fanny  J.  Crosby,  1867. 

OO. 

Songs  of  Devotion,  p.  244.    P.  M. 

COME  home  !  come  home  ! 
You  are  weary  at  heart, 
For  the  way  has  been  dark, 
And  so  lonely  and  wild. 

O  prodigal  child ! 
Come  home,  oh  come  home ! 
Cho. — Come  home! 

Come,  oh  come  home  ! 


INVITATION.  77 

Come  home  !  come  home  ! 
For  we  watch  and  we  wait, 
And  we  stand  at  the  gate, 
While  the  shadows  are  piled. 

O  prodigal  child ! 
Come  home,  oh  come  home  !     Cho. 

Come  home  !  come  home  ! 
There  is  bread  and  to  spare, 
And  a  warm  welcome  there, 
Then,  to  friends  reconciled, 

O  prodigal  child ! 
Come  home,  oh,  come  home  !     Cho. 

Mrs.  Ellen  H.  Gates,  1869. 


TO. 

Millard's  Sunday  School  Chaplet,p.  12.    P.  M. 

LO  !  He's  knocking  at  every  heart, — 
Let  the  Saviour  in ! 
Shall  we  tell  Him  He  must  depart? — 

Let  the  Saviour  in  ! 
He  is  waiting  beside  your  door, 
He  is  pleading  for  evermore, 
Your  sweet  welcome  He  doth  implore, 
Let  the  Saviour  in  ! 

2  Would  ye  turn  Him  in  grief  away? 
Let  the  Saviour  in  ! 
Sister,  brother,  do  not  delay, 
Let  the  Saviour  in ! 


7$  INVITATION. 

He  is  mighty  to  save  and  keep, 
He  will  comfort  the  eyes  that  weep ! 
In  His  presence  how  sweet  our  sleep  ! 
Let  the  Saviour  in  ! 

3  Take  Him  fondly  unto  your  breast, 
Let  the  Saviour  in  ! 
He  will  give  to  the  weary  rest, 

Let  the  Saviour  in  ! 
Shall  His  summons  be  heard  in  vain  ? 
Shall  we  turn  Him  away  again; 
Ye  who  linger  in  doubt  and  pain, 
Let  the  Saviour  in ! 

George  Cooper,  1872. 

■M. 

Happy  Voices,  No.  31.    P.  M. 

OH  wont  you  be  a  Christian 
While  you're  young  ? 
Oh  wont  you  be  a  Christian 

While  you're  young  ? 
Don't  think  it  will  be  better 
To  delay  it  until  later, 
But  remember  your  Creator 
While  you're  young. 

2  ||:Oh  wont  you  love  the  Saviour 
While  you're  young?  :|| 
For  you  He  left  His  glory 
And  embraced  a  cross  so  gory; 
Wont  you  heed  the  melting  story 
While  you're  young  ? 


INVITATION.  70 

1 1: Remember,  death  may  find  you 

While  you're  young:  :|| 
For  friends  are  often  weeping, 
And  the  stars  their  watch  are  keeping 
O'er  the  grassy  graves,  where  sleeping 

Lie  the  young. 

||:Oh  walk  the  path  to  glory 
While  you're  young;  :  || 
And  Jesus  will  befriend  you, 
And  from  danger  will  defend  you, 
And  a  peace  divine  will  send  you 
While  you're  young. 

1 1:  Then  wont  you  be  a  Christian 

While  you're  young?  :|| 

Why  from  the  future  borrow^ 

When,  ere  comes  another  morrow, 
You  may  weep  in  endless  sorrow 
While  you're  young? 

Anon. 

m. 

Pure  Gold,  p.  44.    P.  M. 

STAY  thee,  weary  wandering  child, 
'Tis  thy  Father  calling ; 
Turn  and  hear  that  voice  so  dear, 

Pleading  now  with  thee  : 
Weak  and  helpless  though  thou  art, 
I  would  cheer  thy  drooping  heart ; 
Joy  divine  may  be  thine ; 
Come,  come  to  Me. 


80  INVITATION. 

Cho. — Why  wilt  thou  still  refuse 

Life's  precious  boon  to  choose  ? 
O  be  blest !  here  is  rest, 
Sweet  rest  in  Me. 

2  Softly  as  the  dew  of  night 

O  'er  the  vale  descending, 
Jesus,  bending  from  His  throne, 

Whispers  now  to  thee : 
I  have  brought  thee,  from  above, 

Pardon,  peace,  eternal  love ; 
All  are  Thine,  O  be  Mine  ! 

Come,  come  to  Me.     Cho. 

3  O  the  joy,  the  bliss  of  heaven 

O  'er  a  soul  returning  ! 
Shall  the  happy  legions  there, 

Strike  their  harps  for  thee  ? 
Come,  O  weary  child  of  sin, 

Jesus  waits  to  let  thee  in ; 

Hear  Him  say,  "  Come  away," 

Grace,  grace  is  free.     Cho. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby,  1871. 

Pure  Gold,  p.  8.    P.  M. 

¥HO'LL  be  the  next  to  follow  Jesus  ? 
Who'll  be  the  next  His  cross  to  bear? 
Some  one  is  ready — some  one  is  waiting — 
Who'll  be  the  next  a  crown  to  wear  ? 

Cho.—  Who'll  be  the  next?  Who'll  be  the  next? 
Who'll  be  the  next  to  follow  Jesus? 
Who'll  be  the  next  to  follow  Jesus,  now  ? 
Follow  Jesus  now. 


WORK  FOR  JESUS.  8 1 

2  Who'll  be  the  next  to  follow  Jesus  ? 

Follow  His  weary,  bleeding  feet  ? 
Who'll  be  the  next  to  lay  every  burden 
Down  at  the  Father's  mercy  seat  ? — Cho. 

3  Who'll  be  the  next  to  follow  Jesus? 

Wrho'll  be  the  next  to  praise  His  name? 
Who'll  swell  the  chorus  of  free  redemption — 
Sing  hallelujah  !  praise  the  Lamb? — Cho. 

4  Who'll  be  the  next  to  follow  Jesus, 

Down  through  the  Jordan's  rolling  tide? 
Who'll  be  the  next  to  join  with  the  ransomed, 
Singing  upon  the  other  side  ? — Cho. 

Mrs.  Annie  S.   Hawks,  1871. 


I 


T4. 

Winnowed  Hymns,  p.  6.    7s  &  ( 
LOVE  to  tell  the  story 


Of  unseen  things  above, 
Of  Jesus  and  His  glory, 

Of  Jesus  and  His  love. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story 

Because  I  know  'tis  true; 
It  satisfies  my  longings 

As  nothing  else  can  do. 

Cho. — I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

'Twill  be  my  theme  in  glory, 
To  tell  the  old,  old  story, 
Of  Jesus  and  His  love. 

6 


82  WORK  FOR  JESUS. 

2  I  love  to  tell  the  Story ; 

More  wonderful  it  seems 

Than  all  the  golden  fancies 
Of  all  our  golden  dreams. 

I  love  to  tell  the  Story- 
It  did  so  much  for  me ! 

And  that  is  just  the  reason 
I  tell  it  now  to  thee. 

Cho. — I  love  to  tell,  &c. 

3  I  love  to  tell  the  Story ; 

'Tis  pleasant  to  repeat 
What  seems  each  time  I  tell  it, 

More  wonderfully  sweet. 
I  love  to  tell  the  Story ; 

For  some  have  never  heard 
The  message  of  salvation 

From  God's  own  Holy  Word. 

Cho. — I  love  to  tell,  &c. 

4  I  love  to  tell  the  Story; 

For  those  who  know  it  best 
Seem  hungering  and  thirsting 

To  hear  it,  like  the  rest. 
And  when,  in  scenes  of  glory, 

I  sing  the  New,  New  Song, 
'Twill  be— the  Old,  Old  Story 

That  I  have  loved  so  long. 

Cho. — I  love  to  tell,  &c. 

Miss  Kate  Han  key,  1867. 


WORK  FOR  JESUS.  83 

Gospel  Hymns  and  Sacred  Songs,  p.  76.     P.  M. 
QOWING  the  seed  by  the  daylight  fair, 
k    Sowing  the  seed  by  the  noonday  glare, 
Sowing  the  seed  by  the  fading  light, 
Sowing  the  seed  in  the  solemn  night; 

Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be? 

Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 

C/io.-\\: Sown  in  the  darkness  or  sown  in  the  light,:  || 
1 1  :Sown  in  our  weakness  or  sown  in  our  might, :  j  | 
Gathered  in  time  or  eternity, 
Sure,  ah,  sure  will  the  harvest  be. 

2  Sowing  the  seed  by  the  wayside  high, 
Sowing  the  seed  on  the  rocks  to  die, 
Sowing  the  seed  where  the  thorns  will  spoil, 
Sowing  the  seed  in  the  fertile  soil ; 

Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 

Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be  ?     Cho. 

3  Sowing  the  seed  of  a  lingering  pain, 
Sowing  the  seed  of  a  maddened  brain, 
Sowing  the  seed  of  a  tarnished  name, 
Sowing  the  seed  of  eternal  shame  ; 

Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be? 
Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be? 

4  Sowing  the  seed  with  an  aching  heart, 
Sowing  the  seed  while  the  tear-drops  start, 
Sowing  in  hope  till  the  reapers  come, 
Gladly  to  gather  the  harvest  home ; 

Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be  ? 

Oh,  what  shall  the  harvest  be  ?     Cho. 

Mrs.  Kmily  S.  Oakry,  1850,  alt 


84  WORK  FOR  JESUS. 

Bright  Jewels,  p.  20.     IH.  3. 

THERE  is  work  to  do  for  Jesus, 
Yea,  a  glorious  work  to  do, 
For  a  harvest  fully  ripened, 

Rich  and  golden  lies  in  view; 
With  a  prayer  to  God,  our  Father, 

Let  us  all  the  work  pursue, 
For  our  risen  Lord  is  calling, 
And  the  harvesters  are  few. 

Cho. — Yes,  there's  work  to  do  for  Jesus, 
And  the  harvest  is  in  view, 

There's  a  great  work  everywhere  to  do ; 
There  is  work  to  do  for  Jesus, 

And  the  harvesters  are  few, 
There's  enough  work  for  all  to  do. 

2  There  is  work  to  do  for  Jesus, 

And  we  hear  the  Saviour  say, 
"Why  art  standing  here  so  idle, 

At  the  noontide  on  the  way  ?" 
Even  now  I  will  accept  thee ; 

With  the  rest,  thy  wages  pay ; 
Go  and  labor  in  My  vineyard 

Till  the  closing  of  the  day. — Cho. 

3  Yes,  there's  work  to  do  for  Jesus; 

Who  will  answer  to  the  call  ? 
See !  the  vintage  is  abundant, 
There  is  work  to  do  for  all; 


I 


WORK  FOR  JESUS.  85 

God  commands  that  we  should  labor, 

Though  the  task  our  hearts  appall; 
For  He  claimeth  our  life  service, 

Till  the  shades  of  death  shall  falL— Cho. 

Mrs.  L.  H.  Washington,  1868. 

77. 

Pure  Gold,  p.  74.    P.  M. 

TO  the  work  !    to  the  work !    we  are  servants  of 
God, 
Let  us  follow  the  path  that  our  Master  has  trod ; 
With  the  balm  of  His  counsel  our  strength  to  renew, 
Let  us  do  with  our  might  what  our  hands  find  to  do. 
Cho. -Toiling  on,  ( toiling o?i),  toiling  on,  (toiling  on ), 
Toiling  on,  (toiling  on),  toiling  on,  (toiling  on). 
Let  us  hope,  ( and  trust),  let  us  watch,  (and pray ), 
And  labor  till  the  Master  comes. 

2  To  the  work  !  to  the  work!  let  the  hungry  be  fed, 
To  the  fountain  of  Life  let  the  weary  be  led ; 

In  the  cross  and  its  banner  our  glory  shall  be, 
While  we  herald  the  tidings,  "Salvation  is  free." 

Cho. 

3  To  the  work  !  to  the  work !  there  is  labor  for  all, 
For  the  kingdom  of  darkness  and  error  shall  fall ; 

And  the  name  of  Jehovah  exalted  shall  be 

In  the  loud  swelling  chorus,  "Salvation  is  free!" 

Cho. 

4  To  the  work  !  to  the  work  !  pressing  on  to  the  end, 
For  the  harvest  will  come,  and  the  reapers  descend ; 

And  the  home  of  the  Ransomed  our  dwelling  will  be, 
And  our  chorus  forever,  "  Salvatio?i  is  free!  "  •Cho. 

Mrs.  Fanny  J.  Van  Alstyne,"  1871. 


86  WORK.   FOR   JESUS. 

Pure  Gold,  p.  21.    P.  M. 

SAVIOUR!  Thy  dying  love 
Thou  gavest  me, 
Nor  should  I  ought  withhold, 

Dear  Lord  from  Thee ; 
In  love  my  soul  would  bow, 
My  heart  fulfil  its  vow, 
Some  offering  bring  Thee  now, 
Something  for  Thee. 

2  At  the  blest  mercy-seat, 

Pleading  for  me, 
My  feeble  faith  looks  up, 

Jesus  to  Thee: 
Help  me  the  cross  to  bear, 
Thy  wondrous  love  declare, 
Some  song  to  raise,  or  prayer, 

Something  for  Thee ! 

3  Give  me  a  faithful  heart — 

Likeness  to  Thee — 
That  each  departing  day 

Henceforth  may  see 
Some  work  of  love  begun, 
Some  deed  of  kindness  done, 
Some  wand'rer  sought  and  won, 

Something  for  Thee. 

4  All  that  I  am  and  have — 

Thy  gifts  so  free — 
In  joy,  in  grief,  through  life, 
Dear  Lord  for  Thee ! 


work  for  Jesus.  87 

And  when  Thy  face  I  see, 
My  ransomed  soul  shall  be, 
Through  all  eternity, 
Something  for  Thee ! 

Rev.  S.  D.  Phelps,  D.  D.,  1870 


Songs  of  Salvation,  p.  3.     P.  M. 

TI70RK,  for  the  Master  calleth  us  to-day  ! 
Vt     Work,  precious  souls  to  save; 
Work,  while  the  hours  are  passing  swift  away ; 
Work  with  soul  true  and  brave. 

Cho. — God  be  near  us,  help  us  to-day  ! 

God  watch  over  us,  lest  we  stray ; 
Father,  in  mercy  keep  us  all  the  way ; 
Jesus  hear  us  when  we  pray. 

2  Work,  with  a  spirit  full  of  Jesus*  love  ! 

Work,  with  a  joyful  song; 
W7ork,  for  the  glory  waiting  us  above  ; 
Work,  with  heart  firm  and  strong  !     Cho. 

3  Work,  for  the  vineyard  waiting  for  us  stands; 

Work,  while  there  yet  is  light : 
Work,  with  a  cheerful  heart  and  willing  hands  ; 
Work,  for  soon  cometh  night.     Cho. 

4  Work,  till  the  golden  harvest  fills  the  field  ; 

Work,  in  the  Saviour's  might  ; 
Work,  for  the  joy  the  reaping  time  shall  yield; 
Work  for  mansions  of  light.      Cho. 

Rev.  Alfred  Taylor.  1869. 


88  WORK  FOR  JESUS. 

Bradbury  Trio,  p.  194.    Is  &  6s,  pec. 
TT7 ORK,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

m     Work  through  the  morning  hours: 
Work,  while  the  dew  is  sparkling, 

Work  'mid  springing  flowers  ; 
Work  when  the  day  grows  brighter, 

Work  in  the  glowing  sun ; 

Work  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man's  work  is  done. 

2  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Work  through  the  sunny  noon ; 
Fill  brightest  hours  with  labor, 

Rest  comes  sure  and  soon  ; 
Give  every  flying  minute 

Something  to  keep  in  store  ; 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man  works  no  more 

3  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Under  the  sunset  skies; 
While  their  bright  tints  are  glowing, 

Work,  for  daylight  flies : 
Work  till  the  last  beam  fadeth, 

Fadeth  to  shine  no  more ; 
Work,  while  the  night  is  dark'ning, 

When  man's  work  is  o'er. 

Rev.  Sidney  Dyer,  1854. 
alt   by  Annie  L.  Walker,  i860. 


A 


HEAVEN.  89 

at* 

Bradbury  Trio,  p.  146.     P.  M. 

CROWN  of  glory  bright, 
By  faith's  clear  eyes  I  see, 
In  yonder  realms  of  light 
Prepared  for  me. 
Cho. — I'm  nearer  my  home,  nearer  my  home, 
Nearer  my  home  to-day ; 
Yes;  nearer  my  home  in  heaven  to-day, 
Than  ever  I've  been  before. 

2  O  may  I  faithful  prove, 

And  keep  the  crown  in  view, 
And  through  the  storms  of  life 
My  way  pursue. 

I'm  nearer,  &c. 

3  Jesus,  be  Thou  my  guide, 

And  all  my  steps  attend, 
O  keep  me  near  Thy  side, 
Be  Thou  my  friend. 

I'm  nearer,  &c. 

4  Be  Thou  my  shield  and  sun, 

My  Saviour  and  my  guard, 
And  when  my  work  is  done 
My  great  reward. 

I'm  nearer,  &c. 

Phcebe  Cary,  j  844. 


90  HEAVEN. 

S.  S.  Chant  and  Tune  Book,  p.  36.    8s  &  6s. 

AROUND  the  throne  of  God  in  heav'n, 
Thousands  of  children  stand, 
Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
A  holy,  happy  band, 

Singing,  giory,  glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

2  In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white 

See  every  one  arrayed, 
Dwelling  in  everlasting  light, 
And  joys  that  cannot  fade, 

Singing,  glory,  &c. 

3  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above, 

That  heaven  so  bright  and  fair, 
Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
How  came  those  children  there  ? 
Singing,  glory,  &c. 

4  Because  the  Saviour  shed  His  blood 

To  wash  away  their  sin ; 
Cleansed  by  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 
Behold  them  white  and  clean, 

Singing,  glory,  &c. 

5  On  earth  they  sought  the  Saviour's  grace, 

On  earth  they  loved  His  name ; 
So  now  they  see  Him  face  to  face, 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb, 

Singing,  glory,  &c. 
Mrs.  Anne  Houi.ditch  Shepherd,  1841. 


HEAVEN. 

*      ^3. 

S.  S.  Chant  and  Tune  Book,  p.  57.    8s,  pec. 

BEAUTIFUL  Zion,  built  above, 
Beautiful  city  that  I  love, 
Beautiful  gates  of  pearly  white, 
Beautiful  temple — God  its  light ; 
He  who  was  slain  on  Calvary, 
Opens  those  pearly  gates  to  me. 

2  Beautiful  heaven,  where  all  is  light, 
Beautiful  angels,  clothed  in  white, 
Beautiful  strains  that  never  tire, 
Beautiful  harps  through  all  the  choir; 
There  shall  I  join  the  chorus  sweet, 
Worshipping  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 

3  Beautiful  crowns  on  every  brow, 
Beautiful  palms  the  conquerers  show; 
Beautiful  robes  the  ransomed  wear, 
Beautiful  all  who  enter  there ; 
Thither  I  press  with  eager  feet, 
There  shall  my  rest  be  long  and  sweet. 

4  Beautiful  throne  of  Christ  our  King, 
Beautiful  songs  the  angels  sing, 
Beautiful  rest,  all  wanderings  cease, 
Beautiful  home  of  perfect  peace ; 
There  shall  my  eyes  the  Saviour  see : 
Haste  to  this  heavenly  home  with  me. 

Rev.  George  Gill,  1850. 


92  HEAVEN. 

84. 

Millard's  S.  S.  Ohaplet,  p.  15.    P.  M. 

BEYOND  the  river  we  soon  shall  go, 
Passing  through  the  heavenly  gates ! 
Beyond  the  river,  how  sweet  to  know 
Some  dear  loved  one  fondly  waits ! 
Beyond  the  river  our  hopes  are  set ; 

Day  by  day  we're  nearer  home ! 
Beyond  the  river,  in  sad  regret, 

Weary  feet  no  more  shall  roam ! 
Cho. — Beyond  the  river,  oh,  glorious  land  ! 
Home  of  angels  bright  and  fair ! 
Beyond  the  river,  oh,  by  Thy  hand, 
Gentle  Saviour,  lead  us  there ! 

2  Beyond  the  river  we  all  shall  rest, 
After  all  our  burdens  here ! 
Beyond  the  river,  unto  His  breast 

Jesus  folds  His  lambs  so  dear ! 
Beyond  the  river  we  go  alone, 

Keep  us  through  the  night  and  day ! 
Beyond  the  river,  up  to  the  Throne, 
Saviour,  be  our  guide  and  stay !     Cho. 

George  Cooper,  1872. 

Pure  Gold,  p.  108.     III.  3. 

BREAKING  through  the  clouds  that  gather 
O'er  the  Christian's  natal  skies, 
Distant  beams,  like  floods  of  glory, 
Fill  the  soul  with  glad  surprise; 


HEAVEN.  93 

And  we  almost  hear  the  echo 

Of  the  pure  and  holy  throng, 
In  the  bright,  the  bright  forever, 

In  the  summer-land  of  song, 

Cho. —On  the  banks  beyond  the  river, 
We  shall  meet,  no  more  to  sever, 
In  the  bright,  the  bright  forever, 
In  the  summer-land  of  song. 

Yet  a  little  while  we  linger, 

Ere  we  reach  our  journey's  end; 
Yet  a  little  while  to  labor, 

Ere  the  evening  shades  descend; 
Then  we'll  lay  us  down  to  slumber, 

But  the  night  will  soon  be  o'er  ; 
In  the  bright,  the  bright  forever, 

We  shall  wake  to  sleep  no  more.     Cho. 

O  the  bliss  of  life  eternal ! 

O  the  long  unbroken  rest ! 
In  the  golden  fields  of  pleasure, 

In  the  region  of  the  blest. 
But  to  see  our  dear  Redeemer, 

And  before  His  throne  to  fall, 
There  to  hear  His  gracious  welcome, 

Will  be  sweeter  far  than  all.     Cho. 

Fanny  Crosby,  1871. 


B 


SO. 

Millard's  S.  S.  Chaplet,  p.  7.    7s  &,  6s,  pec. 

AY  by  day  our  loved  ones  cross 
The  river  dark  and  drear ; 


94  HEAVEN. 

Day  by  day,  in  pain  and  loss, 

We  sadly  linger  here. 
Yet  one  gentle  thought  will  come, 

A  joy  no  grief  can  mar: 
When  our  dear  ones  wander  home 

They  leave  the  gates  ajar ! 

Cho. — Yes,  the  gates  are  still  ajar; 
The  pearly  gates  ajar  ! 
When  our  loved  ones  wander  home, 
They  leave  the  gates  ajar ! 

2  Oft  in  sweet  and  lovely  dreams 

At  close  of  tranquil  day, 
We  have  roamed  by  heav'nly  streams, 

With  blest  ones  far  away  ! 
Joy  that  beams  above  our  life, 

Like  morning's  lovely  star  ! — 
Hope  amid  our  toil  and  strife, 

The  gates  are  still  ajar  1     Cho, 

3  Oh,  the  City  bright  and  fair, 

Where  all  our  treasures  lie  ! 
Loving  arms  shall  clasp  us  there, 

And  quell  each  weary  sigh  ! 
On  that  blest  and  golden  strand 

They  call  to  us  afar ! 
*T  was  the  Saviour's  kindly  hand 

That  set  the  gates  ajar  !     Cho, 

George  Cooper,  187*. 


HEAVEN.  95 

87. 

Winnowed  Hymns,  p.  82.     HI.  3. 

I  AM  waiting  by  the  river, 
And  my  heart  has  waited  long ; 
Now  I  think  I  hear  the  chorus 
Of  the  angels'  welcome  song. 
Oh,  I  see  the  dawn  is  breaking 
On  the  hill-tops  of  the  blest, 
"  Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 
And  the  weary  be  at  rest." 

2  Far  away  beyond  the  shadows 

Of  this  weary  vale  of  tears, 
There  the  tide  of  bliss  is  sweeping 

Through  the  bright  and  changeless  years ; 
O !  I  long  to  be  with  Jesus, 

In  the  mansions  of  the  blest, 
"Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling, 

And  the  weary  be  at  rest." 

3  They  are  launching  on  the  river, 

From  the  calm  and  quiet  shore, 
And  they  soon  will  bear  my  spirit 
Where  the  weary  sigh  no  more ; 
For  the  tide  is  swiftly  flowing, 
And  I  long  to  greet  the  blest, 
"  Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  ' 
And  the  weary  be  at  rest." 

Rev.  Wm.  O.  Cushing,  t866. 


r 


96  HEAVEN. 

Winnowed  Hymns,  p.  95.    P.  M. 
^N  the  Christian's  home  in  glory, 
There  remains  a  land  of  rest; 
There  my  Saviour's  gone  before  me, 
To  fulfill  my  soul's  request. 

Cho. — ||:There  is  rest  for  the  weary,: || 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 

There  is  rest  for  you. 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 

In  the  swee-t  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming 

There  is  rest  for  you. 

2  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion, 
Which  eternally  shall  stand ; 

For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient, 
In  that  holy,  happy  land.      Cho. 

3  Pain  nor  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 
Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share ; 

But  in  that  celestial  center 

I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear.     Cho. 

4  Death  itself  shall  then  be  vanquished, 
And  his  sting  shall  be  withdrawn, 

Shout  for  gladness,  oh  ye  ransomed, 
Hail  with  joy  the  rising  morn.      Cho. 

5  Sing,  oh  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory ! 
Shout  your  triumph  as  you  go ! 

Zion's  gate  will  open  for  you, 

You  shall  find  an  entrance  through.    Cho. 
Rev.  Samuel  Young  Harmer,  1856. 


HEAVEN.  97 

The  Hymnary,  p.  147.    7s  &  6s. 

TERUSALEM,  the  golden, 
•J    With  milk  and  honey  blest, 
Beneath  thy  contemplation 

Sink  heart  and  voice  opprest. 
I  know  not,  oh,  I  know  not 

What  joys  await  me  there, 
What  radiancy  of  glory, 

What  bliss  beyond  compare. 

2  They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 

All  jubilant  with  song, 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

And  all  the  Martyr  throng; 
There  is  the  throne  of  David, 

And  there,  from  care  released, 
The  shout  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  song  of  them  that  feast 

3  And  they,  who  with  their  Leader 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight, 
For  ever,  and  for  ever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 
Oh,  land  that  seest  no  sorrow  ! 

Oh,  state  that  fear'st  no  strife ! 
Oh,  royal  land  of  flowers ! 

Oh,  realm  of  home  and  life  ! 

4  O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

The  home  of  God's  elect ! 

O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

That  eager  hearts  expect ! 


93  HEAVEN. 

Jesus,  in  mercy  bring  us 
To  that  dear  land  of  rest; 

Who  art,  with  God  the  Father, 
And  Spirit,  ever  blest. 

S.  Bernard,  1140. 

OO. 


0, 


Winnowed  Hymns,  p.  39.    P.  M. 

THINK  of  a  home  over  there, 
^     By  the  side  of  the  river  of  light, 
Where  the  saints  all  immortal  are  fair, 
Are  robed  in  their  garments  of  white. 

^ho. — Over  there  ( over  there ^,over  there  (over  there) ', 
O  think  of  a  home  over  there  (over  there). 
Over  there  ( over  there),  over  there  (over  there), 
O  think  of  a  home  over  there. 

2  O,  think  of  the  friends  over  there, 

Who  before  us  the  journey  have  trod, 
Of  the  songs  that  they  breathe  on  the  air, 
In  their  home  in  the  palace  of  God. 

Cko. — Over  there,  over  there, 

0  think  of  the  friends  over  there. 

3  I  '11  soon  be  at  home  over  there, 

For  the  end  of  my  journey  I  see ; 
Many  dear  to  my  heart  over  there, 
Are  watching  and  waiting  for  me. 

Cho. — Over  there,  over  there, 

1  '11  soon  be  at  home  over  there. 

Rev.D.  W.  C.  Huntington,  x 868. 


HEAVEN.  99 

91. 

Pure  Gold,  p.  42.    P.  M. 

OH,  say  have  you  heard  of  the  mansions  of  light 
Our  Saviour  has  gone  to  prepare? 
Where  falls  not  a  cloud  or  a  shadow  of  night, 

They  tell  us,  no  sorrow  is  there. 
Oh,  yes,  we  have  heard  of  the  mansions  so  bright, 

And  free  from  all  sorrow  and  care ; 
Our  Saviour,  the  Lamb,  is  the  glory  and  light, 
The  children  of  Zion  are  there. 

Cho. — 'Tis  a  home  where  the  weary  may  rest, 
The  beautiful  home  of  the  blest : 
Oh,  come,  we  are  bound  for  the  mansions  of 
light, 
The  beautiful  home  of  the  blest. 

2  Oh,  where  is  that  city  whose  portals  of  gold 

Are  open  by  night  and  by  day  ? 
The  city  whose  splendor  can  never  be  told, 

Whose  pleasures  will  never  decay? 
'Tis  yonder,  where  joyful  our  spirits  may  fly, 

Beyond  where  the  bright  planets  roll; 
Above  the  clear  arch  of  the  blue  ether  sky, 

The  beautiful  home  of  the  soul.      Cho. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby,  1871 

Millard's  Sunday  School  Chaplet.p.  22.     P.  M. 

OH,  the  beautiful  Hereafter, 
What  joy  will  greet  us  there  ! 
In  our  dreams  we  love  to  wander 
Within  that  land  so  fair ! 


IOO  HEAVEN. 

For  the  clouds  of  care  and  sorrow, 

Can  never  go  therein, 
And  we'll  meet  our  blessed  loved  ones, 

Away  from  pain  and  sin ! 

Cho. — Oh,  the  beautiful  Hereafter, 
Those  regions  of  the  blest ! 
There  forever  with  the  Saviour, 
The  soul  will  be  at  rest ! 

2  Oh,  the  beautiful  Hereafter, 

Where  parting  ones  shall  meet ! 
By  its  cool  and  mossy  fountains 

We'll  rest  our  weary  feet ! 
For  our  journey  '11  soon  be  over, 

The  land's  almost  in  sight, 
There  our  hearts  shall  ever  linger 

In  rapture  and  delight !     Cho. 

3  Oh,  the  beautiful  Hereafter, 

How  sweet  our  thoughts  of  thee  ! 
For  they  have  the  blessed  power 

To  calm  Life's  troubled  sea? 
And  amid  all  worldly  sorrows 

Our  hearts  will  ne'er  despond, 
For  by  Faith  we  see  the  dearer 

And  better  land  beyond !     Cko. 

George  Cooper,  1873. 


0 


03. 

Happy  Voices,  p.  195.    P.  M. 
H  when  shall  I  dwell  in  a  mansion  all  bright, 
And  Jesus  my  Saviour  behold; 


HEAVEN.  IOI 

Or  walk  by  His  side  like  an  angel  of  light, 
In  a  city  all  garnished  with  gold  ? 

Cho. — Home  of  the  blest,  Home  of  the  blest, 
When  wilt  thou  ever  be  mine  ? 
Home  of  the  blest,  Home  of  the  blest, 
Soon  shalt  thou  ever  be  mine. 

2  No  pearl  from  the  ocean,  no  gold  from  the  mine, 

Can  pardon  and  purity  buy ; 
I'll  trust  in  the  blood  of  a  Saviour  divine, 
And  I'll  cling  to  His  cross  till  I  die.     Cho. 

3  Though  light  are  the  sorrows  that  burden  a  child, 

And  fleeting  the  tempest  of  woe, 
I  long  for  the  land  that  was  never  defiled ; 
To  the  home  of  the  blest  would  I  go.     Cho. 

4  But  while  I'm  a  stranger  away  from  my  home, 

I'll  toil  in  the  vineyard  and  pray; 
I'll  carry  the  cross  while  I  think  of  the  crown, 
And  I'll  watch  for  the  break  of  the  day.     Cho. 
Rev.  Alfred  A.  Graley,  1865. 


Bright  Jewels,  p.  110.    HL  3. 

SHALL  we  gather  at  the  river 
Where  bright  angel  feet  have  trod; 
With  its  crystal  tide  forever 
Flowing  by  the  throne  of  God? 


I02  HEAVEN. 

Cho. — Yes,  we'll  gather  at  the  river, 

The  beautiful,  the  beautiful  river- 
Gather  with  the  saints  at  the  river 
That  flows  by  the  throne  of  God. 

2  On  the  margin  of  the  river, 

Washing  up  its  silver  spray, 
We  will  walk  and  worship  ever, 
All  the  happy,  golden  day.     Cho. 

3  Ere  we  reach  the  shining  river, 

Lay  we  every  burden  down ; 
Grace  our  spirits  will  deliver, 

And  provide  a  robe  and  crown.     Cho. 

4  At  the  smiling  of  the  river, 

Rippling  with  the  Saviour's  face, 
Saints  whom  death  will  never  sever, 
Lift  their  songs  of  saving  grace.     Cho. 

5  Soon  we'll  reach  the  shining  river, 

Soon  our  pilgrimage  will  cease, 
Soon  our  happy  hearts  will  quiver 
With  the  melody  of  peace.     Cho. 

Rev.  Robert  Lowry,  1864. 

Songs  of  Salvation,  p.  182.    H.  1. 

THERE  is  a  realm  where  Jesus  reigns, 
A  home  of  grace  and  love, 
Where  angels  wait  with  sweetest  strains 
To  greet  the  saints  above. 

Cho.— They'll  sing  their  welcome  home  to  me, 

They  '11  sing  their  welcome  home  to  me, 


HEAVEN.  103 

The  angels  will  stand  on  the  heavenly  strand, 

And  sing  their  welcome  home  ! 
Welcome  home  !  welcome  home ! 
The  angels  will  stand  on  the  heavenly  strand, 

And  sing  their  welcome  home  ! 

2  And  children,  too,  will  join  to  bless 

The  precious  Saviour's  name, 
Clothed  in  His  perfect  righteousness, 
And  saved  from  sin  and  shame.      Cho, 

3  Yet  all,  alas,  may  not  be  there, 

For  some  will  slight  His  grace, 
Though  now  He  calls,  they  do  not  care 
To  turn  and  seek  His  face.     Cho, 

4  He  speaks  so  kindly,  "Come  to  Me, 

And  I  will  give  you  rest ;  " 
The  angels  wait  their  melody, 

To  greet  you  with  the  blest.     Cho, 

English  arr.  by  Rev.  Robert  Lowsy,  1S64. 

OO. 

Pure  Gold,  p.  64.     P.  M. 

THERE 'S  a  beautiful  land  of  song, 
Away  o'er  Jordan's  river, 
Where  saints,  a  happy  white-robed  throng, 
Their  notes  in  joyful  strains  prolong, 
||:In  praise  to  God  forever,:)] 

Cho. — In  that  beautiful  land  of  song, 
Ransomed  ones  are  singing; 
O'er  hill  and  plain  with  sweet  refrain, 
The  glad  new  song  is  ringing. 


104  HEAVEN. 

2  We  have  heard  of  the  blest  ones  there, 

Who  live  beside  the  river; 
They  bloom  in  beauty,  young  and  fair, 
And  crowns  of  life  immortal  wear, 

||:And  sing  and  shout  forever.  :||     Cho, 

3  Jesus  reigns  in  that  goodly  land, 

He  leaves  His  people,  never, 
Around  His  throne  a  radiant  band 
With  palms  of  victory  in  their  hand, 

1 1: His  children  sing  forever.: ||     Cho. 

4  We  shall  meet  on  that  blissful  shore, 

Where  time  no  more  will  sever, 
When  earthly  toils  and  cares  are  o'er, 
We  '11  join  with  loved  ones  gone  before 

1 1:  And  sing  of  Christ  forever. :  1 1     Cho. 

William  Bennett,  1870. 


Winnowed  Hymns,  p.  16.    P.  M. 

THERE'S  a  land  that  is  fairer  than  day, 
And  by  faith  we  can  see  it  afar ; 
For  the  Father  waits  over  the  way, 
To  prepare  us  a  dwelling  place  there. 

Cho. — In  the  sweet  by-and-by, 

We  shall  meet  on  that  beautiful  shore, 
In  the  sweet  by-and-by, 

We  shall  meet  on  that  beautiful  shore. 


J 


FOR   INFANT   CLASSES.  105 

2  We  shall  sing  on  that  beautiful  shore, 
The  melodious  songs  of  the  blest, 
And  our  spirits  shall  sorrow  no  more, 
Not  a  sigh  for  the  blessing  of  rest.   Cho, 

To  our  bountiful  Father  above, 

We  offer  the  tribute  of  praise, 
For  the  glorious  gift  of  His  love, 

And  the  blessings  that  hallow  our  days !  Cho. 

4  We  shall  rest  on  that  beautiful  shore, 

In  the  joys  of  the  saved  we  shall  share ; 
All  our  pilgrimage  toil  will  be  o'er, 

And  the  conqueror's  crown  we  shall  wear.  Cho. 

5  We  shall  meet,  we  shall  sing,  we  shall  reign, 

In  that  land  where  the  saved  never  die ! 
We  shall  rest  free  from  sorrow  and  pain, 
Safe  at  home  in  the  sweet  by-and-by.   Cho. 

S.  Fillmore  Bennet,  1867, 
By  permission  of  Oliver  Ditson  &  Co. 

OS. 

Bradbury  Trio,  269.    P.  M. 

¥E  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 
We  hear  Thy  gentle  voice ; 
We  would  be  Thine  forever, 
And  in  Thy  love  rejoice. 

Cho. — We  are  coming,  we  are  coming, 

We  are  coming  blessed  Saviour, 
We  are  coming,  we  are  coming, 
We  hear  Thy  gentle  voice. 


Io6  FOR  INFANT  CLASSES. 

2  We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour, 

Our  Father's  house  we  see — 
A  glorious  mansion  ever 
For  children  young  as  we. 

We  are  coming,  &c. 

Our  Father's  house  we  see. 

3  We  are  coming  blessed  Saviour, 

To  crown  our  Jesus  King, 
And  then  with  angels  ever, 
His  praises  we  will  sing. 
We  are  coming,  &c. 
To  crown  our  Jesus  King. 

Mrs.  Lydia  Baxter,  1863. 

Pure  Gold,  p.  11.    P.  M. 

I  WILL  pray,  I  will  pray, 
Night  and  morning,  every  day; 
Fold  my  hands  and  lift  my  eyes 
To  my  Jesus  in  the  skies ; 
I  will  pray,  I  will  pray — 
"  Jesus  wash  my  guilt  away; 
Make  my  spirit  pure  within, 
Keep  my  soul  from  every  sin." 
Ref. — I  will  pray,  I  will  pray, 

Night  and  morning,  every  day; 
Fold  my  hands,  and  lift  my  eyes 
To  my  Jesus  in  the  skies. 
2  I  will  pray,  I  will  pray, 
"  Jesus  help  me  to  obey 
All  Thy  wise  and  holy  will ; 
All  Thy  wishes  to  fulfill ;" 


FOR  INFANT  CLASSES.  I07 

I  will  pray,  I  will  pray, 
At  my  work  and  at  my  play, 
All  to  help,  and  all  to  love, 
As  the  angels  do  above.    Re/. 

I  will  pray,  I  will  pray, 

When  I  'm  sorry,  when  I  'm  gay ; 

If  my  precious  Saviour  smile, 

I  am  happy  all  the  while  ; 

I  will  pray,  I  will  pray, 

Even  in  my  dying  day, — 

"  O'er  the  stream,  so  dark  and  wild, 

Jesus,  take  Thy  little  child."    Re/. 

Mrs.  Helen  E.  Brown,  1870. 


IOO. 

Pure  Gold,  p.  152.    P.  M. 

I  WOULD  be  Thy  little  lamb, 
Saviour  dear,  Saviour  dear ; 
Wilt  Thou  take  me  as  I  am? 

Hast  Thou  room  for  me  ? 
Wilt  Thou  lead  me  all  the  day, 
In  the  straight  and  narrow  way? 
Shall  I  never,  never  stray, 
Blessed  One,  from  Thee? 

2  When  I  breathe  my  simple  prayer, 
Thou  art  near,  very  near; 
When  I  ask  Thy  tender  care, 
Thou  wilt  look  on  me; 


108  FOR  INFANT  CLASSES. 

Softly  in  my  heart,  I  know, 
'Tis  Thy  voice  that  murmurs  low, 
"  Come,  I  '11  wash  thee  white  as  snow ; 
Child,  I  died  for  thee." 

2  Did'st  Thou  lay  Thy  glory  by, 
Saviour  mine,  Saviour  mine  ? 
Did'st  Thou  suffer,  bleed,  and  die, 

For  a  child  like  me  ? 
Gladly  I  will  come  to-day; 
From  Thy  love  I  cannot  stay ; 
All  along  the  heavenly  way 
I  will  follow  Thee. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby,  1871. 

IOI. 

Songs  for  Little  Folks,  p  69.     6s  &  5s. 

IF  I  come  to  Jesus, 
He  will  make  me  glad ; 
He  will  give  me  pleasure, 
When  my  heart  is  sad. 

Cho. — If  I  come  to  Jesus, 

Happy  I  should  be, 
He  is  gently  calling 
Little  ones  like  me. 

2  If  I  come  to  Jesus, 

He  will  hear  my  prayer ; 
He  will  love  me  dearly, 
He  my  sins  did  bear. 

Cho. — If  I  come,  &c. 


FOR  INFANT  CLASSES.  I09 

3  If  I  come  to  Jesus, 

He  will  take  my  hand, 
He  will  kindly  lead  me 

To  a  better  land. 
Cho. — If  I  come,  &c. 

4  There  with  happy  children, 

Robed  in  snowy  white, 
I  shall  see  my  Saviour 

In  that  world  so  bright. 
Cho. — If  I  come,  &c. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby,  1867. 

Parish  Hymnal,  p.  104.    HI.  3. 

JESUS  loves  me,  Jesus  loves  me; 
He  is  always,  always  near ; 
If  I  try  to  please  Him  truly, 
There  is  naught  that  I  can  fear. 

2  Jesus  loves  me, — well  I  know  it, 

For  to  save  my  soul  He  died ; 
He  for  me  bore  pain  and  sorrow, 
Nailed  hands  and  pierced  side. 

3  Jesus  loves  me,  night  and  morning 

Jesus  hears  the  prayers  I  pray ; 
And  He  never,  never  leaves  me, 
When  I  work  or  when  I  play. 

4  Jesus  loves  me, — and  He  watches 

Over  me  with  loving  eye; 

And  He  sends  His  holy  angels, 

Safe  to  keep  me,  till  I  die. 


HO  FOR   INFANT  CLASSES. 

5  Jesus  loves  me, — O  Lord  Jesus, 
Now  I  pray  Thee  by  Thy  love, 
Keep  me  ever  pure  and  holy, 
Till  I  come  to  Thee  above ! 


Anon. 


103. 

Millard's  S.  S.  Chaplet,  p.  6.    P.  M. 

LITTLE  hands  may  sow  the  sod, 
Little  hands  may  reap  the  plain ; 
Little  hands  may  work  for  God, — 

Garnering  His  golden  grain  ! 
Aweary  ones  are  round  us  still, 

While  this  world  we  wander  through ! 
Help  them  with  an  earnest  will ! 
Show  what  little  hands  may  do  ! 

Cho. — Work  for  God,  work  for  God, 

Work  for  God  with  might  and  main ; 
While  this  world  we  wander  through, 

Gather  up  His  golden  grain  ! 
Show  what  little  hands  may  do. 

2  Little  hands  may  dry  the  tear, 
Little  hands  may  banish  care ; 
Labor  for  the  Saviour  dear ! 

Lo  !  His  fields  are  everywhere  ! 
Go  ye  forth  in  morning's  light, 

There  is  work  for  me  and  you  ! 
Toil  with  heart,  and  soul,  and  might ! 
Show  what  little  hands  may  do  !    Cho. 
George  Cooper,  1872. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  1 1 1 

104. 

Bright  Jewels,  p.  84.     II.  4. 

IrEEP  Thou  my  way,  O  Lord! 
^_  Myself  I  cannot  guide ; 
Nor  dare  I  trust  my  erring  steps 
One  moment  from  Thy  side ; 
I  cannot  think  aright, 

Unless  inspired  by  Thee ; 
My  heart  would  fail  without  Thy  aid, 
Choose  Thou  my  thoughts  for  me. 

For  every  act  of  faith, 

And  every  pure  design, — 
For  all  of  good  my  soul  can  know, 

The  glory,  Lord,  be  Thine; 
Free  grace  my  pardon  seals, 

Through  Thy  atoning  blood; 
Free  grace  the  full  assurance  brings, 

Of  peace  with  Thee,  my  God. 

O  speak  and  I  will  hear; 

Command,  and  I  obey ; 
My  willing  feet  with  joy  shall  haste 

.  To  run  the  heavenly  way; 
Keep  Thou  my  wand'ring  heart, 

And  bid  it  cease  to  roam; 
O  bear  me  safe  o'er  death's  cold  wave 
To  heaven,  my  blissful  home. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby,  1869. 
10£5. 

Tune,  Greenville.    III.  5. 

HEAR,  O  sinner!  mercy  hails  you; 
Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls; 


1 1 2  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Saviour, 
Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls  : 

Hear,  O  sinner ! 
*T  is  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

2  Haste,  O  sinner !  to  the  Saviour : 
Seek  His  mercy  while  you  may 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over ; 
Soon  your  life  will  pass  away ; 

Haste,  O  sinner  ! 
Ycu  must  perish  if  you  stay. 

Rev.  Andrew  Reed. 

100. 

Pure  Gold,  p.  93.    P.  M. 

ANYWHERE,  with  Jesus,  says  the  Christian  heart, 
Let  Him  take  me  where  He  will,  so  we  do  not  part ; 
Always  sitting  at  His  feet,  there's  no  cause  for  fears ; 
Anywhere  with  Jesus  in  this  vale  of  tears. 
Ref. — Anywhere  with  Jesus,  anywhere,  anywhere ; 
Anywhere  with  Jesus,  I'll  follow  anywhere. 

2  Anywhere  with  Jesus,  though  He  leadeth  me 
Where  the  path  is  rough  and  long,  where  the  dan- 
gers be ; 

Though  He  taketh  from  my  heart  all  I  love  below, 
Anywhere  with  Jesus  will  I  gladly  go.     Ref. 

3  Anywhere  with  Jesus,  though  He  please  to  bring 
Into  floods,  or  fiercest  flames,  into  suffering; 
Though  He  bid  me  work  or  wait,  only  bear  for  Him, 
Anywhere  with  Jesus,  this  shall  be  my  hymn.  Ref. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  1 13 

4  Anywhere  with  Jesus ;   for  it  cannot  be 
Dreary,  dark,  or  desolate,  when  He  is  with  me ; 
He  will  love  me  to  the  end,  ev'ry  need  supply  ; 
Anywhere  with  Jesus,  should  I  live  or  die.     Ref. 
Marianne  Farningham  Hearn,  1862. 

107. 

Happy  Voices,  No.  25.     7s  &  6s. 

COME,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 
While  hearts  and  accents  blend 
Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 

The  sinrjer's  only  Friend; 
His  holy  soul  rejoices 

Amid  the  choirs  above, 
To  hear  our  youthful  voices 
Exulting  in  His  love. 

2  We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

Who  wept  our  path  along ; 
We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

The  Tempted  and  the  Strong 
None  who  besought  His  healing 

He  passed  unheeded  by ; 
And  still  retains  His  feeling 

For  us  above  the  sky. 

3  We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

Who  died  our  souls  to  save ; 
We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 
Triumphant  o'er  the  grave; 
8 


114  MISCELLANEOUS 

And  in  our  hour  of  danger 
We  '11  trust  His  love  alone, 

Who  once  slept  in  a  manger, 
And  now  sits  on  the  throne. 

4  Then  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 

While  yet  on  earth  we  stay, 
And  hope  to  sing  of  Jesus 

Throughout  eternal  day ; 
For  those  who  here  confess  Him 

He  will  in  heaven  confess, 
And  faithful  hearts  that  bless  Him 

He  will  forever  bless. 

Rev.  Geo.  W.  Bethune,  D.  D.,  1858. 


108. 

Hymns  Ancient  and  Modern,  No.  318.    D.  S.  M. 

riROWN  Him  with  many  crowns, 

\J  The  LAMB  upon  His  throne  ; 
Hark !  how  the  heavenly  anthem  drowns 

All  music  but  its  own  : 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  sing 

Of  Him  who  died  for  thee, 
And  hail  Him  as  thy  matchless  King 

Through  all  eternity. 

2  Crown  Him  the  Virgin's  Son, 
The  GOD  incarnate  born, 
Whose  Arm  those  crimson  trophies  won 
Which  now  His  Brow  adorn  : 


MISCELLANEOUS.  1 1 5 

Fruit  of  the  mystic  Rose, 
As  of  that  Rose  the  Stem  ; 
The  Root  whence  mercy  ever  flows, 
The  Babe  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Crown  Him  the  Lord  of  love: 
Behold  His  Hands  and  Side, 

Rich  Wounds  yet  visible  above 

In  beauty  glorified: 

No  Angel  in  the  sky 

Can  fully  bear  that  sight, 
But  downward  bends  his  burning  eye 

At  mysteries  so  bright. 

4  Crown  Him  the  LORD  of  peace, 
Whose  power  a  sceptre  sways 

From  pole  to  pole,  that  wars  may  cease, 

And  all  be  prayer  and  praise  : 

His  reign  shall  know  no  end, 

And  round  His  pierced  Feet 
Fair  flowers  of  Paradise  extend 

Their  fragrance  ever  sweet. 

5  Crown  Him  the  LORD  of  years, 
The  Potentate  of  time, 

Creator  of  the  rolling  spheres, 

Ineffably  Sublime : 

All  hail,  Redeemer,  hail ! 

For  Thou  hast  died  for  me ; 
Thy  praise  shall  never,  never  fail 

Throughout  eternity. 

Matthew  Bridges,  1847. 


1 16  MISCELLANEOUS. 

100. 

Gems  of  Praise,  p.  33.     IV.  4. 

DEAR  Jesus,  I  long  to  be  perfectly  whole; 
I  want  Thee  forever  to  live  in  my  soul ; 
Break  down  ev'ry  idol,  cast  out  ev'ry  foe; 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

Cho. — Whiter  than  snow;  yes,  whiter  than  snow; 

Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow. 

2  Dear  Jesus,  let  nothing  unholy  remain, 
Apply  Thine  own  blood,  and  extract  ev'ry  stain ; 
To  get  this  blest  washing,  I  all  things  forego; 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow.   Ch: 

3  Dear  Jesus,  Thou  see'st  I  patiently  wait; 
Come  now,  and  within  me  a  new  heart  create ; 

To  those  who  have  sought  Thee,  Thou  never  said'st 

no,— 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow.     Cho. 

4  Dear  Jesus,  for  this  I  most  humbly  entreat; 
I  wait,  blessed  Lord,  at  Thy  crucified  feet; 

By  faith,  for  my  cleansing,  I  see  Thy  blood  flow — 
Now  wash  me,  and  I  shall  be  whiter  than  snow.     Cho. 

James  Nicholson,  1871 

llO. 

Bradbury  Trio,  p.  28.     II.  1. 

DEAR  Saviour,  ever  at  my  side, 
How  loving  Thou  must  be, 
To  leave  Thy  home  in  heaven,  to  guard 
A  little  child  like  me  ; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  117 

Thy  beautiful  and  shining  face 

I  see  not,  though  so  near; 
The  sweetness  of  Thy  soft,  low  voice 

I  am  too  deaf  to  hear. 

I  cannot  feel  Thee  touch  my  hand 

With  pressure  light  and  mild, 
To  check  me,  as  my  mother  did, 

When  I  was  but  a  child ; 
But  I  have  felt  Thee  in  my  thoughts, 

Fighting  with  sin  for  me; 
And  when  my  heart  loves  God,  I  know 

The  sweetness  is  from  Thee. 

And  when,  dear  Saviour,  I  kneel  down, 

Morning  and  night,  to  prayer, 
Something  there  is  within  my  heart 

Which  tells  me  Thou  art  there; 
Yes !  when  I  pray,  Thou  prayest,  too — 

Thy  prayer  is  all  for  me ; 
But  when  I  sleep,  Thou  sleepest  not, 

But  watchest  patiently. 

Rev.  Fred.  W.  Faber,  1847. 


111. 

The  Hymnary,  p.  14.    in.  5. 

FATHER,  Thou  art  great  and  holy, 
Hear  us  when  we  bend  the  knee ; 
Make  us  humble,  meek  and  lowly, 
Guide  us  to  Thee. 


Il8  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Saints  and  angels  fall  before  Thee, 

Where  the  soul  is  ever  free ; 
Humbly  still  we  would  adore  Thee, 
Guide  us  to  Thee. 

3  By  Thy  love  and  pow'r  defended, 

May  we  ever  faithful  be, 
And  when  life's  short  day  is  ended, 
Guide  us  to  Thee. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby,  1871. 

11^. 

Millard's  S.  S.  Ohaplet,  p.  13.    P.  M. 

FIGHT  the  good  fight  bravely, 
Yield  not  to  the  foe  ! 
In  the  van  of  battle 

Strike  the  victor's  blow  ! 
Jesus  watcheth  o'er  you, 

Do  not  be  afraid ! 
Gird  on  all  your  armour, 
Never  be  dismayed. 

Cho. — Fight  the  good  fight  bravely  ! 
Conquer  far  and  wide ! 
Fight  the  good  fight  nobly, 
God  is  on  your  side  ! 
God  is  on  your  side  I 

2  Fight  the  good  fight  nobly, 
Heed  the  tempter  not ! 
In  the  march  to  victory 
Be  our  toils  forgot ! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  1 19 

Onward  still,  and  upward  ! 

Fear  not  slight  nor  frown  ! 
Soon,  in  joy  and  triumph, 

Ye  shall  wear  the  crown ! 

Cho. — Fight  the  good  fight,  &c. 

George  Cooper,  1872. 

113. 

Parish  Hymnal,  p.  60.    7s  &  6s. 

GLORY,  and  praise,  and  honor 
To  Thee,  Redeemer,  King ! 
To  whom  the  lips  of  children 
Made  sweet  hosannas  ring. 
Cho. — Glory,  and  praise,  and  honor 
To  Thee,  Redeemer,  King ! 
To  whom  the  lips  of  children 
Made  sweet  hosannas  ring. 

2  Thou  art  the  King  of  Israel, 

Thou,  David's  royal  Son; 
Who  in  the  Lord's  name  comest, 
The  King  and  blessed  One. 
Glory  and  praise,  &c. 

3  The  company  of  heaven 

Are  praising  Thee  on  high, 
And  mortal  men  and  all  things 
Created  make  reply. 
Glory  and  praise,  &c. 

4  The  people  of  the  Hebrews 

With  palms  before  Thee  went : 
Our  praise,  and  prayer  and  anthems, 
Before  Thee  we  present. 
Glory  and  praise,  &c, 


120  MISCELLANEOUS. 

5  Thou  wentest  to  Thy  passion, 

Amid  their  shouts  of  praise,— 
Thou  reignest  now  in  glory; 
While  we  our  anthems  raise. 

Glory  and  praise,  &c. 

6  Thou  did'st  accept  their  praises ; 

Accept  the  prayers  we  bring, 
Who  in  all  good  delightest, 
Thou  good  and  gracious  King. 

Glory  and  praise,  &c. 

S.  Theodulph,  d.  821 

114. 

Songs  of  Salvation,  p.  61,    P.  M. 

(1  OD  bless  our  School ! 
X  Sing  to  the  praise  of  God  most  high 
Sing  how  He  sent  His  Son  to  die; 
Sing  how  He  brings  salvation  nigh 
God  bless  our  School ! 

2  God  bless  our  School ! 
Bring  all  the  wand'ring  children  in, 
Bring  all  the  heirs  of  death  and  sin, 
Bring  them  immortal  life  to  win : 

God  bless  our  School ! 

3  God  bless  our  School ! 

Teach  us  the  Word  of  Truth  to  know, 
Teach  us  in  Christian  strength  to  grow, 
Te^ch  us  to  serve  Thee  here  below  ! 
God  bless  our  school ! 


MISCELLANEOUS.  1 2  T 

God  bless  our  School ! 
Fill  all  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  grace, 
Lead  us  in  love  to  that  blest  place 
Where  we  shall  see  our  Saviour's  face : 

God  bless  our  School ! 

Rev.  Alfred  Taylor,  1869. 


H 


113. 

S.  S.  Chant  and  Tune  Book,  p.  70.    ITT.  5. 
ARK,  a  voice  across  the  ages, 


L Mellow  music  o'er  the  sea — 
Jesus  calling  little  children, 
Up  beside  His  loving  knee, 
Ne'er  forbid  them, 
Ne'er  forbid  them, 
Suffer  them  to  come  to  Me. 

"Come  ye  blessed  of  My  Father," 
So  they  heard  the  Saviour  say — 

Heaven  is  full  of  little  children, 
In  the  sunny  fields  at  play — 
||:Bring  the  children,:  || 

Do  not  send  My  lambs  away. 

Jesus,  Master,  still  we  hear  Thee, 
Still  Thy  smiling  face  we  see; 

And  we  come  to  claim  Thy  blessing, 
Clustered  close  beside  Thy  knee; 
1 1 '.Saviour,  bless  us — :|' 

Lay  Thy  hand  on  me,  and  me. 


122  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Take  the  grateful  gifts  we  bring  Thee, 
In  Thy  temple  courts  to-day, 
Hear  the  grateful  songs  we  sing  Thee, 
Hear  the  humble  prayers  we  pray; 

1 1: From  Thy  presence;  || 
Let  us  never,  never  stray. 

G.  A.  Strong,  187 i. 

HO. 

Parish  Hymnal,  p.  152.    P.  M. 

HARK !  hark,  my  soul !  angelic  songs  are  swelling 
O'er  earth's  green  fields,  and  ocean's  wave-beat 
shore : 
How  sweet  the  truth  those  blessed  strains  are  telling 

Of  that  new  life  when  sin  shall  be  no  more. 
Cho. — Angels  of  Jesus,  Angels  of  light, 

Singing  to  welcome  the  pilgrims  of  the  night. 

2  Onward  we  go,  for  still  we  hear  them  singing, 

"  Come,  weary  souls,  for  Jesus  bids  you  come;" 
And,  through  the  dark,  its  echoes  sweetly  ringing, 
The  music  of  the  gospel  leads  us  home.     Cho. 

3  Far,  far  away,  like  bells  at  evening  pealing, 
The  voice  of  Jesus  sounds  o'er  land  and  sea, 

And  laden  souls  by  thousands  meekly  stealing, 
Kind  Shepherd,  turn  their  weary  steps  to  Thee.  Cho. 

4  Rest  comes  at  length,  though  life  be  long  and  dreary, 
The  day  must  dawn,  and  darksome  night  be  past ; 

Faith's  journey  ends  in  welcome  to  the  weary, 
And  heaven,  the  heart's  true  home,  will  come  at 
last.    Cho. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  1 23 

5  Angels,  sing  on  !  your  faithful  watches  keeping; 

Sing  us  sweet  fragments  of  the  songs  above ; 
Till  morning  joy  shall  end  the  night  of  weeping, 

And  life's  long  shadows  break  in  cloudless  love.  Cho, 

Rev.  F.  W.  Faber,  1862. 


H 


Winnowed  Hymns,  p.  77.    L.  M. 
E  leadeth  me :  O  blessed  thought, 


O  words  with  heavenly  comfort  fraught ; 
Whate'er  I  do,  where'er  I  be, 
Still  'tis  God's  hand  that  leadeth  me. 

Ref — He  leadeth  me,  He  leadeth  me, 

By  His  own  hand  He  leadeth  me ; 
His  faithful  follower  I  would  be, 
For  by  His  hand  He  leadeth  me. 

2  Sometimes  mid  scenes  of  deepest  gloom, 
Sometimes  where  Eden's  bowers  bloom, 
By  waters  still,  o'er  troubled  sea, — 
Still  'tis  His  hand  that  leadeth  me.    Ref 

3  Lord,  I  would  clasp  Thy  hand  in  mine, 
Nor  ever  murmur  nor  repine — 
Content  whatever  lot  I  see, 

Since  'tis  my  God  that  leadeth  me.     Ref. 

4  And  when  my  task  on  earth  is  done, 
When,  by  Thy  grace,  the  victory's  won, 
E'en  death's  cold  wave  I  will  not  flee, 
Since  God  through  Jordan  leadeth  me.     Ref 

Rev.  Joseph  Henry  Gilmore,  1861 


124  M'SCELLANEOUS. 

11^. 

Pure  Gold,  p.  101.    III.  3. 

WAKE  the  song  of  joy  and  gladness, 
Hither  bring  your  noblest  lays ; 
Banish  every  thought  of  sadness, 

Pouring  forth  your  highest  praise ! 
Sing  to  Him  whose  care  has  brought  us 

Once  again  with  friends  to  meet, 
Who  with  loving  hearts  have  taught  us 

Of  the  way  to  Jesus'  feet. 
Ref. — Wake  the  song,  wake  the  song, 
The  song  of  joy  and  gladness, 
Wake  the  song,  wake  the  song, 
The  song  of  jubilee. 

2  Thanks  to  Thee,  O  holy  Father, 

For  the  mercies  of  the  year; 
May  each  heart,  as  here  we  gather, 

Swell  with  gratitude  sincere  ; 
Thanks  to  Thee,  O  loving  Saviour, 

For  redemption  through  Thy  blood : 
Breathe  upon  us,  Holy  Spirit, 

Sweetly  draw  us  near  to  God.     Ref. 

Wm.  F.  Sherwin,i87o. 

HO. 

Happy  Voices,  No.  205.     P.  M. 

THAVE  a  Father  in  the  promised  land, 
I  have  a  Father  in  the  promised  land ; 
My  Father  calls  me,  I  must  go 

To  meet  Him  in  the  promised  land. 


MISCELLANEOUS-  1 25 

Cho. — I'll  away.  I  'li  away,  to  the  promised  land, 
I  '11  away,  I  '11  away,  to  the  promised  land, 
My  Father  calls  me,  I  must  go 
To  meet  Him  in  the  promised  land. 

2  I  have  a  Saviour  in  the  promised  land, 
I  have  a  Saviour  in  the  promised  land  ; 
My  Saviour  calls  me,  I  must  go 

To  meet  Him  in  the  promised  land. 
Cho. — I'll  away,  I  '11  away,  &c. 

3  I  have  a  crown  in  the  promised  land, 
I  have  a  crown  in  the  promised  land , 
When  Jesus  calls  me,  I  must  go 

To  wear  it  in  the  promised  land. 
Cho. — I'll  away,  I'll  away,  &c. 

4  I  hope  to  meet  you  in  the  promised  land, 
I  hope  to  meet  you  in  the  promised  land; 
At  Jesus'  feet,  a  joyous  band, 

We  '11  praise  Him  in  the  promised  land. 
Cho. — We'll  away,  we'll  away,  &c. 

Lucius  Hart,  1854. 

Happy  Voices,  No.  87.    P.  M. 

IKXOW  there's  a  crown  for  the  saints  of  renown, 
And  for  saints  whose  good  deeds  are  unsung; 
But  oh !  say,  is  it  true,  if  their  days  are  but  few, 

That  a  crown  is  laid  up  for  the  young  ? 
Cho. 

Yes,  yes,  yes,  I  know  there's  a  crown  for  the  young; 
If  their  lives  daily  prove  that  the  Saviour  they  love, 
I  know  there's  a  crown  for  the  young. 


126  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  The  youthful  shall  stand  in  that  beautiful  land, 
And  the  song  of  salvation  shall  sing ; 

And  the  infant  of  days  strike  its  harp  in  the  praise 
Of  Immanuel,  its  Saviour  and  King.     Cho. 

3  The  noble  of  birth,  and  the  poor  of  the  earth, 
Both  the  man,  and  the  youth,  and  the  child, 

If  in  Jesus  they  trust,  when  they  rise  from  the  dust 
Shall  be  crowned  in  the  land  undefiled.     Cho. 

4  The  soul  of  a  child,  though  by  folly  defiled, 
Is  more  precious  than  tongue  can  express ; 

And  redeemed  by  the  blood  that  on  Calvary  flowed, 
It  shall  shine  in  the  region  of  bliss.     Cho. 

5  Then  be  it  your  care  for  that  world  to  prepare ; 
Bear  the  cross,  that  the  crown  may  be  yours ; 

Never  tire  in  the  road  that  leads  upward  to  God, 
For  the  crown  is  for  him  who  endures.     Cho. 

Rev.  Alfred  A.  Graley,  1864. 


I 


The  Prize,  p.  12.    7s  &  6s. 
LOVE  to  hear  the  story 


Which  angel  voices  tell, 
How  once  the  King  of  Glory 

Came  down  on  earth  to  dwell : 
I  am  both  weak  and  sinful, 

But  this  I  surely  know, 
The  Lord  came  down  to  save  me, 

Because  He  loved  me  so. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  127 

I  'm  glad  my  blessed  Saviour 

Was  once  a  child  like  me, 
To  show  how  pure  and  holy 

His  little  ones  might  be  : 
And  if  I  try  to  follow 

His  footsteps  here  below, 
He  never  will  forget  me, 

Because  He  loves  me  so. 

To  sing  His  love  and  mercy, 

My  sweetest  songs  I  '11  raise, 
And  though  I  cannot  see  Him, 

I  know  He  hears  my  praise ! 
For  He  has  kindly  promised 

That  I  shall  surely  go 
To  sing  among  His  angels, 

Because  He  loves  me  so. 

Mrs.  Emily  Huntington  Miller,  1867. 


Royal  Diadem,  p.  35.    P.  M. 

I  NEED  Thee  every  hour, 
Most  gracious  Lord; 
No  tender  voice  like  Thine 
Can  peace  afford. 

Cho* — I  need  Thee,  oh  !  I  need  Thee  ; 
Every  hour  I  need  Thee ; 
O  bless  me  now,  my  Saviour ! 
I  come  to  Thee. 


128  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  I  need  Thee  every  hour; 

Stay  Thou  near  by; 
Temptations  lose  their  power 
When  Thou  art  nigh.     Cho, 

3  I  need  Thee  every  hour, 

In  joy  or  in  pain  ; 
Come  quickly  and  abide, 
Or  life  is  vain.     Cho. 

4  I  need  Thee  every  hour ; 

Teach  me  Thy  will ; 
And  Thy  rich  promises 
In  me  fulfil.     Cho. 

5  I  need  Thee  every  hour, 

Most  Holy  One ; 
Oh,  make  me  Thine  indeed, 
Thou  blessed  Son.     Cho. 

Mrs.  Annie  S.  Hawks,  1872 

Clariona,  p.  28- Tune  "  Webb."    7s  &  6s. 

I  NEED  Thee,  precious  Jesus, 
For  I  am  very  poor ; 
A  stranger  and  a  pilgrim, 
I  have  no  earthly  store ; 
I  need  the  love  of  Jesus 

To  cheer  me  on  my  way, 
To  guide  my  doubting  footsteps, 
To  be  my  strength  and  stay. 


I 


MISCELLANEOUS.  129 

2  I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus, 

I  need  a  friend  like  Thee, 
A  friend  to  soothe  and  pity, 

A  friend  to  care  for  me ; 
I  need  the  heart  of  Jesus 

To  feel  each  anxious  care, 
To  tell  my  every  trial, 

And  all  my  sorrows  share. 

3  I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus, 

I  need  Thee,  day  by  day, 
To  fill  me  with  Thy  fulness, 

To  lead  me  on  my  way; 
I  need  Thy  Holy  Spirit 

To  teach  me  what  I  am, 
To  show  me  more  of  Jesus, 

To  point  me  to  the  Lamb. 

4  I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus, 

And  hope  to  see  Thee  soon 
Encircled  with  the  rainbow, 

And  seated  on  Thy  throne ; 
There,  with  Thy  blood-bought  children, 

My  joy  shall  ever  be, 
To  sing  Thy  praises,  Jesus, 

To  gaze,  my  Lord,  on  Thee. 

Rev.  Fred.  Whitfield,  1855. 

Happy  Voices,  No.  27.     P.  M. 

THINK,  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old, 
When  Jesus  was  here  among  men, 
9 


I30  MISCELLANEOUS. 

How  He  call'd  little  children  as  lambs  to  His  fold, 
I  should  like  to  have  been  with  them  then. 

2  I  wish  that  His  hands  had  been  placed  on  my  head, 
That  His  arms  had  been  thrown  around  me, 

And  that  I  might  have  seen  His  kind  look  when  He 
said, 
"  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  Me." 

3  Yet  still  to  His  footstool  in  prayer  I  may  go, 
And  ask  for  a  share  in  His  love ; 

And  if  I  thus  earnestly  seek  Him  below, 
I  shall  see  Him  and  hear  Him  above. 

4  In  that  beautiful  place  He  is  gone  to  prepare, 
For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiven ; 

And  many  dear  children  are  gathering  there, 
"For  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 

Mrs.  Jemima  Thompson  Luke,  1841. 


S.  S.  Chant  and  Tune  Book,  p.  53.    D.  S.  M. 

I  WAS  a  wandering  sheep, 
I  did  not  love  the  fold ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Saviours  voice, 

I  would  not  be  controlled. 
I  was  a  wayward  child, 

I  did  not  love  my  home ; 
I  did  not  love  my  Fathers  voice,    * 
I  loved  afar  to  roam. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  Ijl 

2  The  Shepherd  sought  His  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  His  child, 
And  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild. 
He  found  me  nigh  to  death, 

Famish'd,  and  faint  and  lone ; 
He  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 

And  saved  the  wand'ring  one. 

3  He  spoke  in  tender  love, 

He  raised  my  drooping  head; 
He  gently  closed  my  bleeding  wounds, 

My  fainting  soul  He  fed. 
He  wash'd  my  filth  away, 

He  made  me  clean  and  fair, 
He  brought  me  to  my  home  in  peace, 

The  long-sought  wanderer. 

4  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is, 

Twas  He  that  loved  my  soul, 
'Twas  He  that  wash'd  me  in  His  blood, 

'T  was  He  that  made  me  whole. 
'Twas  He  that  sought  the  lost, 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep, 
'Twas  He  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 

'Tis  He  that  still  doth  keep. 

5  I  was  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  would  not  be  controlled ; 
But  now  I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  love,  I  love  the  fold ! 


132  MISCELLANEOUS. 

I  was  a  wayward  child ; 

I  once  preferr'd  to  roam, 
But  now  I  love  my  Father's  voice ; 

I  love,  I  love  His  home ! 

Rev.  Horatius  Bonar.  1843. 

ISO. 

Pure  Gold,  p.  63.    P.  M. 

IN  the  highways  and  hedges  go  seek  for  the  lost, 
Gather  them  into  the  fold- 
Was  the  earnest  command  that  our  Saviour  divine 
Taught  His  disciples  of  old. 

Cho. — Urge  them  to  come,  show  them  the  way, 
Tenderly,  lovingly,  bring  them  to-day ; 
Urge  them  to  come,  why  should  they  roam  ? 
Bring  them  along  to  our  dear  Sabbath  home. 

2  If  the  Shepherd  we  love,  we  must  care  for  the  sheep ; 
Precious  are  they  in  His  sight ; 

They  are  out  in  the  desert,  they  wander  alone ; 
Lead  them  from  darkness  to  light.     Cho. 

3  To  the  weary  and  thirsty  the  Saviour  has  said, 
"Come,  heavy  laden,  to  Me, 

I  will  give  you  to  drink  of  the  water  of  life;" 
Tell  them  the  fountain  is  free.     Cho. 

4  There  's  a  welcome  for  all  in  the  kingdom  of  grace, 
All  who  repent  and  believe ; 

And  the  souls  that  have  strayed  and  returned  to  the 
fold, 
Jesus  will  gladly  receive.     Cho. 

Rev.  C.  R.  Blackall,  D.  D.,  1871. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  133 

Songs  of  Devotion,  p.  111.    II.  5. 

JOYFULLY,  joyfully,  onward  we  move  ! 
Bound  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  above ; 
Jesus  our  Saviour  in  mercy  says,  Come, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  haste  to  your  home. 
Soon  will  our  pilgrimage  end  here  below, 
Soon  to  the  presence  of  God  we  shall  go ; 
Then,  if  to  Jesus  our  hearts  have  been  given, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  rest  we  in  heaven. 

2  Teachers  and  scholars  have  passed  on  before ; 
Waiting,  they  watch  us  approaching  the  shore, 
Singing  to  cheer  us  while  passing  along  : 
"Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  your  home." 
Sounds  of  sweet  music  there  ravish  the  ear; 
Harps  of  the  blessed,  your  strains  we  shall  hear, 
Filling  with  harmony  heaven's  high  dome ; 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  Jesus,  we  come. 

3  Death,  with  his  arrow,  may  soon  lay  us  low ; 
Safe  in  our  Saviour,  we  fear  not  the  blow : 
Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb ; 
Joyfully,  joyfully  will  we  go  home. 

Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  conquered,  his  sceptre  be  gone, 
Over  the  plains  of  sweet  Canaan  we  '11  roam, 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 

Rev.  Wm.  Hunter,  D.  D.,  1842,  alt 


134  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Pure  Gold,  p.  32.    P.  M. 

LEAD  me  to  Jesus,  lead  me  to  Jesus, 
Help  me  to  love  Him,  help  me  to  pray; 
He  is  my  Saviour,  I  would  believe  Him ; 
I  would  be  like  Him,  show  me  the  way. 
Cho. 
Quickly  haste  and  come  where  happy  children  meet, 
Hither  come  and  rest  thy  little  weary  feet ; 
Turn  from  thy  pleasures,  turn  from  thy  play, 
Come  to  our  Sunday-school  away. 

2  Lead  me  to  Jesus,  He  will  protect  me, 

He  is  so  loving,  gentle  and  mild ; 
Calling  the  children,  bidding  them  welcome ; 
Surely  He  calls  me,  I  am  a  child.     Cho. 

3  Tell  me  of  Jesus,  tell  of  His  mercy; 

Is  there  a  fountain  flowing  so  free  ? 
All  who  are  willing  drink  of  its  waters ; 

Say,  is  that  fountain  flowing  for  me  ?     Cho. 

4  Lord,  I  am  coming !  Jesus,  my  Saviour, 

Pity  my  weakness,  make  me  Thy  child ; 
I  would  receive  Thee,  trust  and  believe  Thee, 
I  would  be  like  Thee,  gentle  and  mild.     Cho. 
Fanny  J.  Crosby,  1870. 

Bradbury  Trio,  p.  83.    P.  M. 

MY  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 
And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 
Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly ! 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  1 35 

For  oh !  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 

Our  friends  are  passing  over, 
And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 
We  may  almost  discover. 
We  '11  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 

Our  distant  home  discerning ; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word, 

Let  every  lamp  be  burning.     For  oh  !  &c. 
Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing; 
That  perfect  rest  nought  can  molest, 

Where  golden  harps  are  ringing.    For  oh !  &c. 

Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow, 

Each  chord  on  earth  to  sever, 

Our  King  says,  come,  and  there's  our  home, 

For  ever,  oh  !  for  ever  !     For  oh  !  &c. 

Rev.  David  Nelson,  1835. 

ISO. 

Happy  Voices,  No.  75.     P.  M. 

^H  do  not  be  discouraged, 
For  Jesus  is  your  friend  ; 
Oh  do  not  be  discouraged, 
For  Jesus  is  your  friend. 
He  will  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 
He  will  give  you  grace  to  conquer, 
And  keep  you  to  the  end. 
Cho. — I  am  glad  I'm  in  this  army, 

||: Yes,  I'm  glad  I'm  in  this  army,:j| 
And  I  '11  battle  for  the  school. 

||:He  will  give  you  grace  to  conquer,:  || 
And  keep  you  to  the  end. 


01 


I36  MISCELLANEOUS. 

2  Fight  on,  ye  little  soldiers, 

The  battle  you  shall  win ; 
Fight  on,  ye  little  soldiers, 

The  battle  you  shall  win ; 
For  the  Saviour  is  your  Captain, 
For  the  Saviour  is  your  Captain, 

And  he  has  vanquished  sin.   Cho. 

3  And  when  the  conflict 's  over, 

Before  Him  you  shall  stand ; 
And  when  the  conflict's  over, 

Before  Him  you  shall  stand ; 
You  shall  sing  His  praise  forever, 
You  shall  sing  His  praise  forever, 

In  Canaan's  happy  land.      Cho. 

Miss  Abby  Hewitt,  1854 

131. 

Hollister's  S.  S.  S.  and  Tune  Book,  p.  43.    III.  5. 

ONCE  was  heard  the  song  of  children, 
By  the  Saviour  when  on  earth  ; 
Joyful,  in  the  sacred  temple, 

Shouts  of  youthful  praise  had  birth ; 

And  hosannas 
Loud  to  David's  Son  broke  forth. 

2  Palms  of  victory  strewn  around  Him, 
Garments  spread  beneath  His  feet, 
Prophet  of  the  Lord  they  crown'd  Him, 
In  fair  Salem's  crowded  street; 

While  hosannas 
From  the  lips  of  children  greet. 


MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  God,  o'er  all  in  heaven  reigning, 

We  this  day  Thy  glory  sing ; 
Not  with  palms  Thy  pathway  strewing, 
We  would  loftier  tribute  bring — 

Glad  hosannas 
To  our  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 

4  O  !  though  humble  is  our  off' ring, 

Deign  accept  our  grateful  lays — 

These  from  children  once  proceeding, 

Thou  didst  deem  "perfected  praise." 

Now  hosannas 

Saviour,  Lord,  to  Thee  we  raise  ! 

Mrs.  M.  H.  Maxwell,-  1847. 

13^. 

Winnowed  Hymns,  p.  37.     8s  &  4s. 

ONE  there  is  above  all  others, 
Oh,  how  He  loves  ! 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Oh,  how  He  loves ! 
Earthly  friends  may  fail  or  leave  us, 
One  day  soothe,  the  next  day  grieve  us; 
But  this  Friend  will  ne'er  deceive  us, 
Oh,  how  He  loves  ! 
2  'Tis  eternal  life  to  know  Him, 
Oh,  how  He  loves  ! 
Think,  oh,  think  how  much  we  owe  Him, 

Oh,  how  He  loves  ! 
With  His  precious  blood  He  bought  us, 
In  the  wilderness  He  sought  us, 
To  His  fold  He  safely  brought  us, 
Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 


I38  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Blessed  Jesus!  would  you  know  Him? 

Oh,  how  He  loves  ! 
Give  yourself  entirely  to  Him, 

Oh,  how  he  loves  ! 
Think  no  longer  of  the  morrow, 
From  the  past  new  courage  borrow, 
Jesus  carries  all  your  sorrow, 

Oh,  how  He  loves. 

4  All  your  sins  shall  be  forgiven, 

Oh,  how  He  loves  ! 
Backward  shall  your  foes  be  driven, 

Oh,  how  He  loves  ! 
Best  of  blessings  He  '11  provide  you, 
Nought  but  good  shall  e'er  betide  you, 
Safe  to  glory  He  will  guide  you, 

Oh,  how  He  loves  ! 

William  Cowper,  1779, 
alt.  Marianne  Nunn,  1813. 


133. 

Happy  Voices,  No.  210.    P.  M. 

OUT  on  an  ocean  all  boundless  we  ride — 
We  're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound ; 
Tossed  on  the  waves  of  the  rough  restless  tide — 
We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 
Far  from  the  safe  quiet  harbor  we've  rode, 
Seeking  our  Father's  celestial  abode. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  I39 

Promise  of  which  on  us  each  He  bestowed — 
We're  homeward  bound,  homeward  bound. 

2  Wildly  the  storm  sweeps  us  on  as  it  roars — 

We're  1 1: homeward  bound;  :|| 
Lock,  yonder  lie  the  bright  heavenly  shores — 

We're  ||: homeward  bound.: || 
Steady,  O  pilot,  stand  firm  at  the  wheel ; 
Steady,  we  soon  shall  outweather  the  gale : 
Gh  how  we  fly  'neath  the  loud  creaking  sail — 

We're  ||: homeward  bound.: || 

3  We  '11  tell  the  world  as  we  journey  along, 

We're  ||: homeward  bound;  :)| 
Try  to  persuade  them  to  enter  our  throng — 

We're  1 1:  homeward  bound.:  || 
Come,  trembling  sinner,  forlorn  and  opprest, 
Join  in  our  number,  Oh  come  and  be  blest; 
Journey  with  us  to  the  mansions  of  rest — 

We're  ||: homeward  bound.: || 

4  Into  the  harbor  of  heaven  we  glide — 

We're  ||:home  at  last;  :|| 
Softly  we  drift  on  its  bright  silver  tide — 

We're  ||:home  at  last.:|| 
Glory  to  God,  all  our  dangers  are  o'er, 
We  stand  secure  on  the  glorified  shore  ; 
"  Glory  to  God !"  we  will  shout  evermore; 

We're  ||:home  at  last ! : 1 1 

Rev.  Wm.  F.  Warren,  1853. 


140  MISCELLANEOUS. 

134. 

Millard's  Sunday  School  Ohaplet,  p.  32.    P.  M. 

FRAY  withont  ceasing  lest  tempters  prevail ! 
Pray  lest  your  spirit  may  falter  or  fail ! 
Pray  to  our  Father  in  joy  as  in  pain ; 
Pray  while  the  moments  of  life  shall  remain. 
Cho. — Pray  to  our  Father  in  youth's  early  day ! 

Day-time  and  night-time  unceasingly  pray, 
Pray  to  our  Father  in  youth's  early  day, 
Day-time  and  night-time  unceasingly  pray ! 

2  Pray  for  His  guidance  when  doubts  shall  arise; 
Never  unheeded  your  pitiful  cries ! 
Strength  to  your  bosom  His  mercy  shall  send; 
Let  our  petition  in  harmony  blend  !     Cho, 

3  Pray,  for  the  darkness  of  night  cometh  on  ! 

Pray  till  your  labor  is  over  and  done ! 

Pray  till  the  warfare  of  sin  shall  be  o'er 

Pray  to  the  Father  of  all,  evermore  !     Cho, 

George  Cooper,  1872. 

13£>. 

Happy  Voices,  No.  43.    L.  M.  •  • 

PRESERVED  by  Thine  almighty  power, 
O  Lord,  our  Maker,  Saviour,  King, 
And  brought  to  see  this  happy  hour, 
We  come  Thy  praises  here  to  sing. 
Cho, — Happy  day,  happy  day, 

Here  in  Thy  courts  we  '11  gladly  stay, 
And  at  Thy  footstool  humbly  pray 
That  Thou  wouldst  take  our  sins  away: 
Happy  day,  happy  day, 
When  Christ  shall  wash  our  sins  away. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  141 

2  We  praise  Thee  for  Thy  constant  care, 

For  life  preserved,  for  mercies  given; 
Oh  may  we  still  those  mercies  share, 

And  taste  the  joys  of  sins  forgiven.     Cho. 

3  And  when  on  earth  our  days  are  done, 

Grant,  Lord,  that  we  at  length  may  join, 
Teachers  and  scholars  round  Thy  throne, 
The  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb.     Cho. 

Anon. 


E/ 


136. 

Millard's  S.  S.  Chaplet,  p.  8.    P.  M. 
1  AISE  the  banner  of  the  Cross, 
And  set  the  Anthems  ringing ! 
March  we  on  through  pain  and  loss, 

All  dangers  we  defy  ! 
Faith  our  armor  !  still  we  're  singing, 
Unto  God  our  tribute  bringing; 
Onward  ever  !  Falter  never  ! 
Soldiers ! 
Raise  the  banner  of  the  Cross,  we  '11  conquer  or  die  ! 

2  All  around  us,  see !  the  foe 
Is  marshalled  to  assail  us  ! 
Sin  shall  fall  at  every  blow, 
And  darksome  Error  fly  ! 
Jesus  leads  us  !  what  can  ail  us  ? 
Holy  Angels  proudly  hail  us  ! 
Onward  ever  !  Falter  never  ! 
Soldiers ! 
Raise  the  banner  of  the  Cross,  we  '11  conquer  or  die ! 


142  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  We  are  battling  for  the  Right, 
And  Wrong  shall  ever  fear  us ! 
God  will  aid  us  with  His  might, 

And  all  our  needs  supply ! 
He  will  guide  us,  He  will  cheer  us ! 
He  will  bless  and  linger  near  us  ! 
Onward  ever!  Falter  never! 
Soldiers ! 
Raise  the  banner  of  the  Cross,  we'll  conquer  or  die! 

George  Cooper,  1872. 

137. 

Pure  G-old,  p.  9.    7s  &  6a. 

SAFE  in  the  arms  of  Jesus, 
Safe  on  His  gentle  breast, 
There  by  His  love  o'ershaded, 

Sweetly  my  soul  shall  rest. 
Hark !  'tis  the  voice  of  angels, 

Borne  in  a  song  to  me, 
Over  the  fields  of  glory, 
Over  the  Jasper  sea. 

Cho. — Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus, 

Safe  on  His  gentle  breast, 

There  by  His  love  o'ershaded, 

Sweetly  my  soul  shall  rest. 

2  Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus, 
Safe  from  corroding  care, 
Safe  from  the  world's  temptations, 
Sin  cannot  harm  me  there. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  143 

Free  from  the  blight  of  sorrow, 
Free  from  my  doubts  and  fears; 

Only  a  few  more  trials, 

Only  a  few  more  tears  !     Cko. 

3  Jesus,  my  heart's  dear  refuge, 

Jesus  has  died  for  me ; 
Firm  on  the  Rock  of  Ages, 

Ever  my  trust  shall  be. 
Here  let  me  wait  with  patience, 

Wait  till  the  night  is  o'er; 

Wait  till  I  see  the  morning 

Break  on  the  golden  shore.     C/to. 

Fanny  J.  Crosby,  April  30th,  1869. 

138. 

Bradbury  Trio,  p.  94.     HI.  5. 

SAVIOUR,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us, 
Much  we  need  Thy  tend'rest  care  ; 
In  Thy  pleasant  pasture  feed  us, 
For  our  use  Thy  fold  prepare. 

||:Blessed  Jesus,  blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  bought  us,  Thine  we  are.:|| 

We  are  Thine,  do  Thou  befriend  us, 

Be  the  guardian  of  our  way ; 
Keep  Thy  flock,  from  sin  defend  us, 

Seek  us  when  we  go  astray. 

||: Blessed  Jesus,  blessed  Jesus, 

Hear,  O  hear  us  when  we  pray.:|| 

Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us, 

Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be  ; 
Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 


144  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free. 
| j: Blessed  Jesus,  blessed  Jesus, 
We  will  early  turn  to  Thee.:|| 

4  Early  let  us  seek  Thy  favor, 

Early  let  us  do  Thy  will ; 

Blessed  Lord  and  only  Saviour, 

With  Thy  love  our  bosoms  fill. 

1 1: Blessed  Jesus,  blessed  Jesus, 

Thou  hast  loved  us,  love  us  still  !:|| 

Dorothy  Ann  Thrupp,  1838. 

139. 

Songs  of  Salvation,  p.  14.    7s  <fe  6s. 

STAND  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 
Ye  soldiers  of  the  cross  ; 
Lift  high  His  royal  banner, 

It  must  not  suffer  loss: 
From  victory  unto  victory, 
His  army  shall  He  lead, 
Till  every  foe  is  vanquished, 
And  Christ  is  Lord  indeed. 

2  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 

Stand  in  His  strength  alone; 
The  arm  of  flesh  will  fail  you, 

Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own. 
Put  on  the  gospel  armor, 

Each  piece  put  on  with  prayer, 
Where  duty  calls,  or  danger, 

Be  never  wanting  there. 

3  Stand  up — stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 

The  strife  will  not  be  long; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  145 

This  day  the  noise  of  battle, 

The  next  the  victor's  song ; 
To  him  that  overcometh, 

A  crown  of  life  shall  be ; 

He  with  the  King  of  glory 

Shall  reign  eternally. 

Rev.  George  Duffield,  Jr.,  1858. 

140. 

Pure  Gold,  p.  96.    P.  M. 

STRIKE!  O  strike  for  vict'ry, 
Soldiers  of  the  Lord, 
Hoping  in  His  mercy, 

Trusting  in  His  word; 
Lift  the  gospel  banner 

High  above  the  world ; 
Let  its  folds  of  beauty 
Ever  be  unfurled. 
Cho. — Strike!  strike  for  vict'ry,  heroes  bold; 
Strike !  till  the  vict'ry  you  behold ; 
Strike !  strike  for  vict'ry  ne'er  give  o'er ; 
Rest  then  in  glory  evermore. 

2  What  though  raging  lions 
Meet  us  on  the  way ! 
Zionward  we  're  marching, 
Tow'rd  the  gates  of  day ; 
Ever  pressing  onward, 
Onward  to  the  light, 
Till  we  reach  the  Jordan, 

With  our  home  in  sight.     Cko. 
10 


I46  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Strike !  O  strike  for  vict'ry, 

Heroes  of  the  cross, 
Sacrificing  pleasure 

Glorying  in  loss ; 
Bind  the  helmet  stronger, 

Tighter  grasp  the  sword  ; 
Conquering  and  to  conquer, 

Battle  for  the  Lord.     Cho. 

3  Hand  to  hand  united, 
Heart  to  heart  as  one, 
Let  us  still  keep  marching 
Till  our  journey's  done, 
Till  we  see  the  angels 

Come  in  glory  down, 
With  the  shining  garments 
And  the  victor's  crown.     Cho. 

Mrs.  Fanny  J.  Van  Alstyne,  1868. 

141. 

Winnowed  Hymns,  p.  75.    L.  M. 

SWEET  hour  of  prayer  !  sweet  hour  of  prayer  ! 
That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care, 
And  bids  me  at  my  Father's  throne, 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known; 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief, 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief, 
||:And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare, 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer.  :|| 

2  Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of  prayer ! 
Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear, 


MISCELLANEOUS.  1 47 

To  Him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness 
Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless ; 
And  since  He  bids  me  seek  His  face, 
Believe  His  word,  and  trust  His  grace, 
1 1: I'll  cast  on  Him  my  every  care, 
And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. :  1 1 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer!  sweet  hour  of  prayer  ! 

May  I  thy  consolation  share ; 

Till  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height, 

1  view  my  home  and  take  my  flight; 
This  robe  of  flesh  I  '11  drop,  and  rise 

1 1  :To  seize  the  everlasting  prize, 
And  shout,  while  passing  through  the  air, 
Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer  !:  || 
Rev  Wm.  W.  Walford,  1846. 

Pure  Gold,  p.  13.    III.  3. 

TAKE  the  name  of  Jesus  with  you, 
Child  of  sorrow  and  of  woe — 
It  will  joy  and  comfort  give  you, 
Take  it  then  where'er  you  go. 

Cho. — Precious  name,  O  how  sweet ! 

Hope  of  earth  and  Joy  of  heav'n. 
Precious  name,  O  how  sweet ! 
Hope  of  earth  and  Joy  of  heav'n. 

2  Take  the  name  of  Jesus  ever, 

As  a  shield  from  every  snare; 
If  temptations  'round  you  gather, 

Breathe  that  holy  name  in  prayer.     Cho. 


148  MISCELLANEOUS. 

3  Oh  .  the  precious  name  of  Jesus ; 

How  it  thrills  our  souls  with  joy, 
When  His  loving  arms  receive  us, 

And  His  songs  our  tongues  employ  !     Cho. 

4  At  the  name  of  Jesus  bowing, 

Falling  prostrate  at  His  feet, 
King  of  kings  in  heav'n  we  '11  crown  Him, 
When  our  journey  is  complete.     Cho. 
Mrs.  Lydia  Baxter,  1870. 

1-1,3. 

Pure  Gold,  p.  106.    7s  &  6s. 

TELL  me  the  Old,  Old  Story 
Of  unseen  things  above, 
Of  Jesus  and  His  glory 

Of  Jesus  and  His  love. 
Tell  me  the  Story  simply, 

As  to  a  little  child, 
For  I  am  weak  and  weary, 
And  helpless  and  defiled. 
Cho.—  Tell  me  the  Old,  Old  Story, 
Tell  me  the  Old,  Old  Story, 
Tell  me  the  Old,  Old  Story 
Of  Jesus  and  His  love. 
2  Tell  me  the  Story  slowly, 
That  I  may  take  it  in — 
That  wonderful  redemption, 

God's  remedy  for  sin. 
Tell  me  the  Story  often, 

For  I  forget  so  soon ! 
The  "  early  dew"  of  morning 
Has  passed  away  at  noon.     Cho. 


3  Tel!  me  the  Story  softly, 

Remember!  I'm  the  smaer 
Tell  me  that  5:ory  always, 

A  comforter  to  me.  '   Cho. 

4  Tell  me  me  same  Old  Storm 

When  you  hove  cause  to  feor 


144, 

Gospe;  Heai  end  S.=  :red  Scrirs.  r    5<*.     P    M- 


T^ 


He  speaks  me  froopmg  hear:  to  cheer, 

Sweetest  carol  ever  soar. 
0  hem  the  voice  of  Jesos  ; 


150  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Go  on  your  way  in  peace  to  heaven, 
And  wear  a  crown  with  Jesus.     Cho. 

3  All  glory' to  the  dying  Lamb, 

I  now  believe  in  Jesus ; 
I  love  the  blessed  Saviour's  name, 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus.     Cho. 

4  His  name  dispels  my  guilt  and  fear, 

No  other  name  but  Jesus; 
Oh  !  how  my  soul  delights  to  hear 
The  charming  name  of  Jesus.     Cho. 

5  Come,  brethren,  help  me  sing  His  praise, 

Oh  !  praise  the  name  of  Jesus; 
Come,  sisters  all,  your  voices  raise, 
Oh,  bless  the  name  of  Jesus.     Cho. 

6  And  when  to  that  bright  world  above, 

We  rise  to  see  our  Jesus, 
We  '11  sing  around  that  throne  of  love 
The  name,  the  name  of  Jesus.     Cho. 

Rev.  Wm.  Hunter,  1842. 

145. 

Bradbury  Trio,  p.  44.    P.  M. 

THERE  is  no  name  so  sweet  on  earth, 
No  name  so  sweet  in  heaven : 
The  name  before  His  wond'rous  birth 
To  Christ  the  Saviour  given. 
Cho. —  We  love  to  sing  around  our  King, 
And  hail  Him  blessed  Jesus; 
For  there  's  no  word  ear  ever  heard, 
So  dear,  so  sweet  as  Jesus. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  151 

2  His  human  name  they  did  proclaim, 

When  Abram's  son  they  seaFd  Him ; 
The  name  that  still,  by  God's  good  will, 
Deliverer  revealed  Him. 

We  love  to  sing,  &c. 

3  And  when  He  hung  upon  the  tree, 

They  wrote  His  name  above  Him, 
That  all  might  see  the  reason  we 
For  evermore  must  love  Him. 

We  love  to  sing,  &c. 

1  So  now  upon  His  Father's  throne, 

Almighty  to  release  us 
Fron  sin  and  pains,  He  gladly  reigns, 
The  Prince  and  Saviour,  Jesus. 
We  love  to  sing,  &c. 
Rev.  Geo.  W.  Bethune,  D.  D.,  1858. 

146. 

Parish  Hymnal,  p.  118.    7s  &  6s  D. 

rp HERE'S  a  Friend  for  little  children 
_L    Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
A  Friend  that  never  changes, 

Whose  love  will  never  die : 
Unlike  our  friends  by  nature, 

Who  change  with  changing  years, 
This  Friend  is  always  worthy 

The  precious  name  He  bears, 

2  There's  a  rest  for  little  children, 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
Who  love  the  blessed  Saviour 
And  to  His  Father  cry ; 


152  MISCELLANEOUS. 

A  rest  from  every  trouble, 
From  sin  and  danger  free; 

There  every  little  pilgrim 
Shall  rest  eternally. 

3  There's  a  crown  for  little  children, 

Above  the  bright  blue  sky, 
And  all  who  look  to  Jesus 

Shall  wear  it  by  and  by ; 
A  crown  of  brightest  glory 

Which  He  shall  sure  bestow, 
On  all  who  love  the  Saviour, 

And  walk  with  Him  below. 

Rev.  Albert  Midlane,  i860. 

147. 

Bright  Jewels,  p.  103.     P.  M. 

THERE'S  a  gentle  voice  within,  calls  away. 
'Tis  a  warning  I  have  heard  o'er  and  o'er ; 
But  my  heart  is  melted  now,  I  obey. 

From  my  Saviour  I  will  wander  no  more. 
Cho. — Yes,  I  will  go;  yes,  I  will  go  ; 

To  Jesus  I  will  go  and  be  saved: 
Yes,  I  will  go ;  yes,  I  will  go ; 
To  Jesus  I  will  go  and  be  saved. 

2  He  has  promised  all  my  sins  to  forgive, 
If  I  ask  in  simple  faith  for  His  love ; 
In  His  Holy  word  I  learn  how  to  live, 
And  to  labor  for  His  kingdom  above.     Cho. 

)  I  will  try  to  bear  the  cross  in  my  youth, 
And  be  faithful  to  its  cause  till  I  die; 


MISCELLANEOUS.  1 53 

If  with  cheerful  step  I  walk  in  the  truth, 

I  shall  wear  a  starry  crown  by  and  by.     Cho. 

Still  the  gentle  voice  within  calls  away, 

And  its  warning  I  have  heard  o'er  and  o'er ; 

But  my  heart  is  melted  now,  I  obey ; 

From  my  Saviour  I  will  wander  no  more.    Cho. 
Fanny  J.  Crosby,  1868. 

Millard's  S.  S.  Ohaplet,  p.  27.    P.  M. 

¥E  are  marching  to  the  river, 
'Tis  almost  in  sight ! 
With  the  loved  and  blest  forever. 

We  shall  walk  in  light ! 
We  can  almost  hear  the  flowing 

Of  that  rushing  tide  ! 
To  the  Land  of  Love  we  're  going, 

Where  our  hopes  abide  ! 
Cho. — We  are  marching  to  the  river, 
'Tis  almost  in  sight ! 
Just  across,  we'll  meet  the  Angels 
Robed  in  spotless  white  ! 

2  Loving  ones  will  come  to  meet  us, 

On  the  further  shore  ! 
Gentle  voices  there  will  greet  us, 

And  we  '11  weep  no  more  ! 
Step  by  step,  that  shore  we  're  nearing, 

And  the  Saviour's  hand 
Leads  us  onward,  never  fearing, 

To  the  Better  Land  !     Cho. 

George  Cooper,  1872. 


154  MISCELLANEOUS. 

149. 

Winnowed  Hymns,  p.  23.    HI.  3. 

WE  shall  meet  beyond  the  river, 
By  and  by,  by  and  by ; 
And  the  darkness  shall  be  over, 

By  and  by,  by  and  by; 
With  the  toilsome  journey  done, 
And  the  glorious  battle  won, 
We  shall  shine  forth  as  the  sun, 
By  and  by,  by  and  by. 

2  WTe  shall  strike  the  harps  of  glory, 

By  and  by,  by  and  by ; 
We  shall  sing  redemption's  story, 

By  and  by,  by  and  by ; 
And  the  strains  for  evermore 
Shall  resound  in  sweetness  o'er 
Yonder  everlasting  shore, 

By  and  by,  by  and  by. 

3  We  shall  see  and  be  like  Jesus, 

By  and  by,  by  and  by; 
Who  a  crown  of  life  will  give  us 

By  and  by,  by  and  by; 
And  the  angels  who  fulfil 
All  the  mandates  of  His  will 
Shall  attend,  and  love  us  still, 

By  and  by,  by  and  by. 

Rev.  John  Atkinson.  Jan.  1867. 


MISCELLANEOUS.  1 5  5 

150. 

Songs  of  Salvation,  p.  22,    P.  M. 

¥E  'VE  listed  in  a  holy  war, 
Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 
Eternal  life,  our  guiding  star, 
Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 

Cho. — We'll  work  till  Jesus  comes, 
We  '11  work  till  Jesus  comes, 
We  '11  work  till  Jesus  comes, 
And  then  we  '11  rest  at  home. 

2  We've  girded  on  our  armour  bright, 

Battling  for  the  Lord ! 
Our  Captain's  word  our  strength  and  might, 
Battling  for  the  Lord  !     Cho. 

3  We  '11  stand  like  heroes  on  the  field, 

Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 
And  in  His  strength  we  '11  never  yield, 
Battling  for  the  Lord !     Cho. 

4  Though  sin  and  death  our  way  oppress, 

Battling  for  the  Lord  ! 
Through  grace  we'll  conquer  all  our  foes, 
Battling  for  the  Lord  !     Cho. 

5  And  when  our  glorious  war  is  o'er 

Conqu'rors  through  the  Lord  ! 
We  '11  shout  salvation  evermore, 

Conqu  'rors  through  the  Lord  !     Cho. 

Rev.  W.  Hunter,  alt. 


I$6  MISCELLANEOUS. 

Millard's  S.  S.  Ohaplet,  p.  61.    P.  M. 
^E  shall  meet  in  the  by-and-by! 


v 


By-and-by  !  By-and-by  ! 
We  shall  meet  in  the  by-and-by 

And  never  be  parted  more ! 
O,  the  joy  we  then  shall  know, 
For  the  Saviour  tells  us  so ! 
How  our  spirits  long  to  go 
Up  to  that  golden  shore  ! 
Cho. — We  shall  meet  in  the  by-and-by  ! 
By-and-by  !    By-and-by ! 
We  shall  meet  in  the  by-and-by, 
And  never  be  parted  more  ! 
Allleluia,  Amen  !  Alleluia,  Amen  ! 

2  We  shall  meet  in  the  by-and-by ! 

By-and-by  !  By-and-by ! 
We  shall  meet  in  the  by-and-by, 

So  wipe  away  every  tear  ! 
In  our  Fathers  mansions  fair, 
Angel  hands  will  soothe  our  care : 
O  the  love  beyond  compare, 

Up  in  that  home  so  dear ! 
Cho. — We  shall  meet,  &c. 

3  We  shall  meet  in  the  by-and-by ! 

By-and-by  !   By-and-by  ! 
We  shall  meet  in  the  by-and-by ! 

Our  journey  will  soon  be  done. 
Here  we  wait  a  little  while, 
Where  the  toils  of  sin  beguile, 


MISCELLANEOUS.  1 57 

Then  we  '11  see  the  Saviour's  smile, 

After  our  victory 's  won. 
Cho. — We  shall  meet,  &c. 

George  Cooper,  187a. 

Gospel  Hymns  and  Sacred  Songs,  p.  30.     IU.  3. 

WHAT  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus, 
All  our  sins  and  griefs  to  bear ; 
What  a  privilege  to  carry 

Everything  to  God  in  prayer. 
Oh,  what  peace  we  often  forfeit, 

Oh,  what  needless  pain  we  bear — 
All  because  we  do  not  carry 
Everything  to  God  in  prayer. 

2  Have  we  trials  and  temptations? 

Is  there  trouble  anywhere  ? 
We  should  never  be  discouraged, 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
Can  we  find  a  Friend  so  faithful, 

Who  will  all  our  sorrows  share  ? 
Jesus  knows  our  every  weakness, 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 

3  Are  we  weak  and  and  heavy  laden, 

Cumbered  with  a  load  of  care  ? 
Precious  Saviour,  still  our  refuge, 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer, 
Do  thy  friends  despise,  forsake  thee  ? 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer; 
In  His  arms  He'll  take  and  shield  thee, 

Thou  wilt  find  a  refuge  there. 

Rev.  H.  Konar. 


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I58  MISCELLANEOUS. 

1^3. 

S.  S.  Chant  and  Tune  Book,  p.  34.    II.  4. 
"HEN  little  Samuel  woke 
And  heard  his  Maker's  voice, 
At  every  word  He  spoke 

How  much  did  he  rejoice  ! 
Oh  !  blessed,  happy  child !  to  find 
The  God  of  heaven  so  near  and  kind. 

2  If  God  would  speak  to  me, 
And  say  He  was  my  friend, 

How  happy  should  I  be ! 
Oh,  how  would  I  attend ! 
The  smallest  sin  I  then  should  fear, 
If  God  Almighty  were  so  near. 

3  And  does  He  never  speak? 
Oh,  yes;  for  in  His  word 

He  bids  me  come  and  seek 

The  God  whom  Samuel  heard : 
In  almost  every  page  I  see, 
The  God  of  Samuel  calls  to  me. 

4  And  I,  beneath  His  care, 
May  safely  rest  my  head; 

I  know  that  God  is  there, 
To  guard  my  humble  bed ; 
And  every  sin  I  well  may  fear, 
Since  God  Almighty  is  so  near. 

5  Like  Samuel,  let  me  say, 
Whene'er  I  read  His  word, 

"  Speak,  Lord  ;  I  would  obey 


MISCELLANEOUS.  1 59 

The  voice  that  Samuel  heard  :'' 
And  when  I  in  Thy  house  appear, 
Speak,  for  Thy  servant  waits  to  hear. 

Jane  Taylor,  1809. 

Millard's  S.  S.  Chaplet,  p.  11.    P.  M. 

WHILE  the  sun  is  warm  and  bright, 
Watch  and  pray  ! 
Soon  will  fall  the  gloom  of  night, 

Watch  and  pray ! 
While  the  days  of  youth  go  by, 
Let  them  not  unheeded  fly.; 
While  our  hopes  are  beating  high, 
1 1: Watch  and  pray!:|| 

Soon  the  Saviour's  voice  shall  call, 

Watch  and  pray ! 
Heed  the  warning  that  may  fall, 

Watch  and  pray ! 
In  the  bud  and  bloom  of  life, 
When  the  sweetest  joys  are  rife 
In  the  weary  maze  of  strife, 

1 1:  Watch  and  pray  !:|j 

Lest  ye  heed  the  tempter's  cry, 

Watch  and  pray ! 
Though  your  troubled  hearts  may  sigh, 

Watch  and  pray ! 
Lo  !  the  hour  is  close  at  hand, 
We  are  near  the  heavenly  land, 
Heed  our  loving  Lord's  command, 

1 1:  Watch  and  pray  !:  || 

George  Cooper,  1872. 


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MiUard's  S.  S.  Ohaplet,  p.  26.    P.  M. 

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We  '11  soon  be  Home ! 
Yonder  the  sun  doth  shine, — 

We'll  soon  be  Home! 
Sorrow  no  more  shall  be ! 
Jesus  to  you  and  me 
Calleth  so  lovingly  ! 
We  '11  soon  be  Home ! 


2  Faint  not  beside  the  way, — 
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We  '11  soon  be  Home  ! 

What  are  the  toils  we  bear? 

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God  will  repay  us  there  ! 
We  '11  soon  be  Home  ! 


Wait  but  a  little  while, — 

We  '11  soon  be  Home  ! 
Jesus  will  on  us  smile, — 

We  '11  soon  be  Home! 
He  will  His  comfort  send, 
He  is  our  only  Friend; 
Trust  Him  unto  the  end, — 

We'll  soon  be  Home! 

George  Cooper, 


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INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 


HYMN 

A  crown  of  glory  bright 81 

Angels,  from  the  realms  of  glory 8 

Anywhere  with  Jesus 106 

Arise,  ye  children,  and  adore 53 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven 82 

Art  thou  weary,  art  thou  languid 29 

As  with  gladness  men  of  old 25 

Beautiful  Zion,  built  above 83 

Beyond  the  river  we  soon  shall  go 84 

Birds  their  Matin-Carol  sing. 45 

Breaking  through  the  clouds  that  gather 85 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning 26 

Brightly  gleams  our  banner 59 

Carol,  sweetly  carol 9 

Christ  hath  arisen 46 

Come  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 54 

Come  home,  come  home 69 

Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus 107 

Crown  Him  with  many  crowns 108 

Darkly  now  the  shadows  fall 3 

Day  by  day  our  loved  ones  cross 86 

Dear  Jesus,  I  long  to  be  perfectly  whole 109 

Dear  Saviour,  ever  at  My  side ;    110 

Far  out  upon  the  prairie 61 

Father,  Thou  art  great  and  holy Ill 


172  INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

HYMN 

Fight  the  good  fight  bravely 112 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 62 


Gather  around  the  Christmas  Tree 10 

Glory,  and  praise,  and  honor 113 

Glory  be  to  Jesus 30 

God  bless  our  School 114 

Hail  !  blessed  Christmas  day 11 

Hail !  to  the  brightness  which  heralds 47 

Hallelujah  !  hark  !  from  above 12 

Hark,  a  voice  across  the  ages 115 

Hark  !  hark  !  my  soul !  angelic  songs  are 116 

Hark  !  'tis  the  watchman's  cry 5 

Hear,  O  sinner  !  mercy  hails  you 105 

He  is  risen  !  He  is  risen 48 

He  leadeth  me  !  0  blessed  thought 117 

Holy,  Holy,  Holy  !  Lord  God  Almighty 57 

Holy  Spirit,  faithful  Guide 56 

How  precious  is  the  story 13 

I  am  waiting  by  the  river 87 

I  gave  My  life  for  thee 38 

I  have  a  Father  in  the  promised  Land 119 

I  have  a  Saviour,  He's  pleading  in  glory 67 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say 31 

I  know  there 's  a  crown  for  the  saints 120 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus 32 

I  love  to  hear  the  Story 121 

I  love  to  tell  the  Story 74 

I  need  Thee  every  hour 122 

I  need  Thee,  precious  Jesus 123 

I  saw  the  cross  of  Jesus 39 

I  think,  when  I  read  that  sweet  story  of  old 124 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES.  1 73 

HYMN 

I  was  a  wandering  sheep 125 

I  will  pray,  I  will  pray 99 

I  would  be  Thy  little  lamb 100 

If  I  come  to  Jesus 101 

In  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 88 

In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory 40 

In  the  highways  and  hedges  go  seek  for  the  lost.  . . .  126 

Jerusalem,  the  golden 89 

Jesus,  holy,  undefiled •  •  • " 1 

Jesus  keep  me  near  the  cross 44 

Jesus  loves  me,  Jesus  loves  me 102 

Jesus  the  Water  of  Life  will  give 68 

Joyfully,  joyfully  onward  we  move 127 

Keep  Thou  my  way,  0  Lord 104 

Lead,  kindly  Light 4 

Lead  me  to  Jesus. 128 

Lead  us  !  heavenly  Father,  lead  us 58 

Let  the  merry  church  bells  ring 49 

Like  the  sound  of  many  waters 14 

List  our  merry  carol 15 

Little  hands  may  sow  the  sod 103 

Lo  !  He  comes  in  clouds  descending 6 

Lo  !  He 's  knocking  at  every  heart 70 

Lord,  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessing 33 

Merry,  merry  Christmas  everywhere 16 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by. 129 

Naught  of  merit  or  of  price 41 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  Thee, 34 

Now  be  the  Gospel  banner 63 


174  INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

HYMN 

O  blessed  Lord  Jesus,  we  sing  to  Thy  praise. .......  17 

O  little  town  of  Bethlehem 18 

O,  think  of  a  home  over  there 90 

Oh,  biiss  of  the  purified 42 

Oh  do  not  be  discouraged 130 

Oh,  say  have  you  heard  of  the  mansions  of  light. . .  91 

Oh,  the  beautiful  Hereafter 92 

Oh  when  shall  I  dwell  in  a  mansion  all  bright 93 

Oh  won't  you  be  a  Christian 71 

Once,  in  royal  David's  city 19 

Once  was  heard  the  song  of  children 131 

One  there  is  above  all  others 132 

Onward,  Christian  soldiers 60 

Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  He  breathed 55 

Out  on  an  ocean  all  boundless   we  ride 133 

Pass  me  not,  0  gentle  Saviour 35 

Peace  upon  earth  !  the  angels  sang 20 

Pray  without  ceasing  lest  tempters  prevail 134 

Preserved  by  Thine  almighty  power 135 

Raise  the  banner  of  the  cross 136 

Rescue  the  perishing 64 

Ring  out  the  anthem,  Jesus  lives. 50 

Ring  out  the  bells  for  Christmas 21 


Safe  in  the  arms  of  Jesus 137 

Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us. 138 

Saviour,  Thy  dying  love 86 

Saw  you  never  in  the  twilight 27 

Shail  we  gather  at  the  river 94 

Silent  night !  Holy  night 22 

Sowing  the  seed  by  the  daylight  fair 75 


INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES.  175 

HYMN 

Stand  up — stand  up  for  Jesus 139 

Stay  thee,  weary  wandering  child 72 

Strike  !  0  strike  for  victor}' 140 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer 141 


Take  the  name  of  Jesus  with  you 142 

Tell  me  the  Old,  Old  Story 143 

The  great  Physician  now  is  near 144 

The  morning  bright 2 

The  Saviour  of  this  sinful  world 23 

The  world  itself  keeps  Easter  day 51 

There  is  a  realm  where  Jesus  reigns 95 

There  is  no  name  so  sweet  on  earth 145 

There  is  work  to  do  for  Jesus 76 

There 's  a  beautiful  land  of  song 96 

There 's  a  cry  from  Macedonia 65 

There 's  a  Friend  for  little  children 146 

There  's  a  gentle  voice  within  calls  away 147 

There  's  a  land  that  is  fairer  than  day 97 

There  were  ninety  and  nine  ■  • 43 

To-day  our  blessed  Saviour 52 

To  the  work  !  to  the  work 77 


Wake  the  song  of  joy  and  gladness 118 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night 7 

We  are  coming,  blessed  Saviour 98 

We  are  marching  to  the  river 148 

We  praise  Thee,  0  God  !  for  the  Son  of  Thy  love. . .  36 

We  shall  meet  beyond  the  river 149 

We  shall  meet  in  the  by-and-by 151 

We  three  kings  of  Orient  are 28 

What  a  Friend  we  hav^  in  Jesus 152 


176  INDEX  OF  FIRST  LINES. 

HYMN 

We  've  listed  in  a  holy  war 150 

What  means  this  eager,  anxious  throng 37 

When  little  Samuel  woke 153 

While  the  sun  is  warm  and  bright 154 

Who  '11  be  the  next  to  follow  Jesus 73 

Why  do  your  hearts  repine 155 

Wonderful  night 24 

Work,  for  the  Master  calleth  us  to-day 7\) 

Work,  for  the  night  is  coming 80 

Yes  !  a  brighter  morn  is  breaking 66 


INDEX  OF  TUNES. 


Christmas  Carol 168 

Gather  around  the  Christmas  tree 167 

Hail !  blessed  Christmas  day. 161 

Hail !  to  the  brightness 164 

He  is  risen 170 

Little  town  of  Bethlehem 166 

Ring  out  the  anthem *62 

Ring  out  the  bells ..••..-- 165 

The  Easter  morning. . • *63 


